Storytime

When we got our new lounge a few months ago we had to move furniture- give some away- and move some more furniture. One of the 'moved' objects is Nan's china cabinet. My sister actually bought it (29 years ago?) after Nan died, but when she moved had nowhere to put it so I have 'looked' after it. Quite happily in fact. It houses a wealth of nostalgia. From holidays and birthdays, sentimental curios that cost nothing but mean a lot. What intrigued me was when it moved to an open area, when my other half stomps    or walks past it rattles and shakes and I am instantly transported back in time to Nan's house. Not in the front room, where I'm sure the cabinet was, but walking into the kitchen. Past the huge dresser that stood on the right hand side. It always shook and everything in it, all the bowls and cups rattled happily together. Every time I hear that clink and rattle of our cabinet, then I'm instantly back at Nan's. Waiting to hea...