NOMENCLATURE

There was no "Up the Wooden Hill to Bedfordshire" in our house. No slow, languid march up to dreamland. In our house stairs were Jolly Dancers. At bedtime my Mum would say to us "Up the Jolly Dancers". The phrase sparked something in my sister and I and we would run sprite of foot up those Jolly Dancers to a world of fantastic foxes and giant peaches. A world where a scullery maid could be a princess for the night and animals of all types sailed the sea together.

My Mum still says it now - to my niece, I heard her say it once whilst visiting and I looked at my niece's face; searching for that familiar spark of excitement. It wasn't there. My heart, however, sang with delight. And my niece? My sister and her family are moving to a ground floor flat in a few weeks time.....

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