What 'Home' means to tweed poncho…

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My background is.... ?

Born in a scheme in Edinburgh, was turning into a wee thug. Lucky by the age of 8 we moved to the Highlands, to a beautiful area surrounded by fields and trees and I started to enjoy life.

I felt/feel farthest from Home.......

I was driving me and my sister to granny's house, to be with the family. Granny had just died. Then we had a car crash. It was hell "oh god, the world is imploding and I'm so far away from home."

For me, Home is...

where i can walk about in my jammies all day, cuddles with my two bubbas, sing loudly, play loudly, or be silent, no-one questioning. Home is a constant. Home is where I love and where I am loved.

I remember as a child........

I hid dad's beer bottles, sometimes in the old piano in the garden. Life was crap when he couldn't find his beer. But life was always crapper when he eventually did find them. And he always did.

Home, to me, looks like........

comfy

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