I miss going to my Dad's at the weekend and being a spoilt little princess, being able to watch Saturday morning kids TV blissfully ignorant to the troubles of the world.
I miss my Nana (Dad's Mum) she was such a beautiful warm family lady, all birthday parties before the family fell out were always at Nana & Grandads.
Nana's stash of sweets and chocolate in the livingroom cabinet, me and my cousins all got sent home with a packet of tissues and some sweets in little party bags
Grandad's colouring draw in another sideboard, full off all art and craft delights.