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
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
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,
Love Claire. x