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  • I visit my 89 year old Grandmother as often as I'm able. I live a couple of hours away and travel a lot. I've called over ten places home while my Grandmother has lived continually under the same semi detached roof.

    A refugee from Italy after the war, she'd lived in hostels and a tiny lodger filled terrace before here. This was the first house she didn't share with anyone other than my late Granddad.

    The familiarity is good for her. Her Alzheimer's and three care visits a day are her only company now.

    As I was leaving her house I offered to help bring in the washing. We stood at her rotary washing line unclipping plastic pegs. She told me to drop them in a peg bag.

    It's a strange tatty thing. Something I remember forever. We don't have one at my house and I find our sun weakened pegs are brittle and break often.

    I ask my Gran "How long have you had the peg bag?"

    "I think I made it in 1971" she said.
    "Wow. 43 years. Older than me" I said. "Do you have it to protect the pegs from the weather?"

    "No" she said. "I have it to stop people stealing them."

    "People steal your pegs?" I asked, a little surprised.

    "Not any more" she smiled. "Not since 1971."
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