The damp feeling of the hallway carpet near the front door, the small gold tin in which my Grandad would roll his cigarettes, the old train set which stayed in a glass cabinet to the rear of the living room. These are all fond memories I treasure of my Grunny & Grandad’s house. The house which now belongs to my Dad, but what I’d love more than anything would be to visit it the way I remember it was almost fifteen years ago.