Just to give you an idea of my family life...
Clive and Jen are my parents and Luke is my brother he is two years younger than me. My grandparents are all named after what they live in. Let me explain: My Dad’s parents were Nanny and Granddad House, called this because they lived in a house, Nanny and Granddad pub are my Mum’s Mum and Stepdad. Their title is ‘Pub’ because my Nanny was landlady and then you have Granddad Bungalow. Granddad Bungalow is my Mum’s biological Dad, but because he left when my mum was two, then decided to re enter her life when she was in her early twenties my brother and I were lucky enough for my Nanny Pub to get remarried before either of us were born therefore resulting in an extra Granddad. Which in my opinion is brilliant you can never have to many Granddads.
When I was six, a year after I had started at Willowfield my Mum bought my brother and I a puppy. This puppy was to be my best friend throughout my life. I was twenty-three when she died, and that was definitely one of my saddest days so far. Her name was Cracker. Cracker was a black Labrador-Collie cross, she had a bright red collar and white patches on her feet; my mum used to call them her socks. I mention her in this section because Cracker wasn’t just a pet she was a member of my family.
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