Jack's Union!

What a week to have this beauty

wing it's way into my arms!

Armastice day brought with it

feelings of sadness but a huge amount a pride too.

My Grandad Jim was one of the loveiest fellows

you'd ever be lucky enough to have met.

Four years of his life was spent being a

Prisoner of war

during

World War II.

When he died,

obviously a family losing someone

as special as him found it all a bit hard to cope with.

But we were all very proud for Jimmy to

go to church on his final day out

with the

Union Jack

draped over him.

He would be so  to pleased to know his little home,

in which my own little family now live,

has a huge and beautiful one all of it's own

to proudly display!

So how did I manage this fabulous find?

You won't believe it,

but I just walked into my favourite charity shop,

and there it lay!

Rolled up and thrown on to a pile of blankets!!!

Grabbing it I held it close,

and I tucked myself into a corner and slowly

unravelled it, soaking up the feeling you get when

you come across such a haul.

So there it lay before me,

I drink in the wonderful sight...

...my very own,

ever so slightly but beautifully shabby,

UNION JACK.

The price????

Deal Done!

Love Claire. x