Saturday 27 October 2018

Spike's house

I was visiting the home of Spike Milligan. It was a marvellous place, with many spacious rooms full of books and comfortable, if rather worn, furniture. He was there in one of the rooms, but he was old and tired and did not move from the chair he was tucked up in, with a blanket over his legs. It made me sad to see him that way. I went upstairs and found there was a more modern looking room with a gift-shop. It was selling not books but paper and pens and small decorative items. There were very tiny notebooks and sets of tiny writing paper and envelopes, the kind I remember reading about him writing in for his children as messages from the fairies. 

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