Sunday, January 15, 2006

It was Christmas eve and I was nine years old (about). I'd been in trouble the year before because my brother had persuaded me to wake my parents up at some un-godly hour. So, I came up with a plan. I left a note for Santa sking for my Dalek book to be left at the bottom of the bed. That way, I'd have something to read whilst waiting for my parents to stir.
You know.........he's a good chap is Santa. He did exactly as I suggested. Sadly, I'd finished the book by 6 a.m. and still had ages to wait.
My best friend Vimal had an unpleasant job the other day. He had to help clear his mother-in-law's house....she'd died a few days earlier.
He came across this book. When he showed it to me, it brought so many memories back.
I'm going to scan some of the pages for school. I wonder whether they'll appeal to a new generation?