The Sand Pit

When I was about four my sister and I carefully moved the sandpit into the living room, shovel by shovel, because it was raining outside and the sand was getting wet.

Whilst my mother was cleaning that up, we carefully recreated the situation in the bathroom, using talcum powder.

My father came home from work to find me shut in one room, my sister in another and my mother in a third.

I am sure that it all seemed like a good idea at the time.

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