Through the looking glass of the windows I have always loved doll houses. There is something quite magical about them. When I was a child, there was one that sat in a shop window in St.Ives and I would always stop to look at it. If you look through the windows of a doll’s house,Continue reading “Chapter 7: The Dolls House”
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A narrow escape 