“Up the golden apple and stairs” 💕

Haha she could sound crude sometimes but that was just her ways..Oh how I wish I could go back there now to those happy days..

This old loft hatch had steps down to the floor.. and us littleuns would all pile up in a queue from the door.. 

Awww but we all adored it in that attic.. playing hide and seek.. and each of us took turns to stayover sleeping cheek to cheek.. 

I reminisce alot of put-me-ups with mattresses on the ground and under every single makeshift bed a pee pot could be found..

I recall these piddle pots were patterned china and very grand.. but each and every one was well used on demand.. 

I was only very small and the youngest of the lot, and absolutely hated having to do my business on the pot.. 

But pee I did just like the others every night.. we had no other choice tho I’d hold it in with all my might..