Thirty years ago today
On Wednesday I went up to Scarborough to pick up my daughter. She fell asleep on the bus on the way to my place and woke up at around 21:00. There was a new game we played inside. I would lie on my back on the bed and throw the ball up to the ledge of the little window above the head of the bed. Then she would climb up on my knees and I would lift my legs to elevate her so she could reach the ball and sweep it back down again with her little broom. Sometimes she would throw the ball up and I would get it down. We did a lot of abstract drawing together.
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