at the top of a home ... the search for a mind that went missing along with out of character behaviour, while Dad deteriorated before death came ... .
This current Xmas we searched for the red baubles for the gold Christmas tree in the roof space. Still no sign of them with the usual area of space for the Christmas decs ....
Dad was the one once, to put them away annually.
This area of the home with remnants of his time tinkering about with his various hobbies etc. The keeping busy in those retirement years. He was the fittest cancer patient the consultant had up to then. The fact he was more agile than me says a lot for the space limitations I had ...
One gets fit clambering up three flights of stairs and a bit with a long landing here aids fitness, to get to the room where one tinkered. My home currently on a ground floor with no stairs ... my town too not as hilly as here either. The cycle paths much safer too.
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