unclenogbad

I once saw a Picasso on someone's wall. That's a good start, but who, what, where, which? It made an impression on me. I was in my early teens in the early 1970's. We had spare rooms in our house, and my parents would let them out to international students, which meant I grew up in a really cosmopolitain atmosphere - except, as a child, you don't realise it, you just assume everybody has house guests speaking all known languages. And, as they're just interesting people in your house, you don't realise just how interesting some can be. They're family friends. This is supposed to be about the small items that build up into what becomes a love