On a driving holiday to Sydney when I was about 9, I became very ill. I spent 3 days in bed with Hugh bringing me maltesers to cheer me up. Ruth found a book for me to read - it was called The Third eye I think and it was about a Tibetan monk. When I got up on the 3rd day, Ruth said because I looked so much better, I could help pick daffodils. I felt very grown up and important and it was so beautiful in thayt huge garden that stretched forever picking daffodils with my beautiful aunty Ruth.
katryn
12 years agoThe happy couple