mr N would often come visit my grandmothers house on school holidays and he was a music my das teacher and writer. He would always come to tea dressed up like a dandy Englishman in a suit just to see my grandmother. some times my other uncles would come to visit and he had a law business and we would have slide nights in a old farm house with some of the nearest farm neighbours who lived a mile away. There were nice times at the old matrons house for morning tea and just dreaming of all the chocolate biscuits in the world. I loved going to my grandmothers for ice-cream and fresh cherries often as a little child. There were some mad times as well that were funny. But I do recall my grandmother making me the best Victoria sponge birthday cake one year and showing how to make butter icing and she fresh strawberries on it for me cuz she knew how much I loved those fresh fruits on the farm. I felt so safe there I would sleep near the door open all night because the dogs were there and my grandfather had a gun but everything was so pretty but old. I miss most was the old mosquito netting bed. We would get in there for afternoon sleep and read magazines and drive my grandmother mad. The best part of life then was I didn’t know much about s** I was about 3.