When a new year came around, my wife and I had no idea what we were getting into.
We were in our first year of college, and we were looking for a new career for our two sons, who had both dropped out of high school.
We were living in a tiny, two-bedroom apartment in the small town of Horsham, a town in the Yorkshire Dales.
It was a relatively new town, and a place I hadn’t experienced in quite a while.
“The town’s reputation for being a little quirky and quirky town, it was a great place to start,” my wife said.
We decided to visit a local library, which is an institution in a town of only 7,000.
I was the youngest, so it was my turn to go, and I remember my son, now a year older, being really excited about it.
The library was packed, and the staff were very welcoming.
They took us to a quiet room, where the staff sat down on a sofa and we talked.
We had our own bookshelves, and there were posters of local landmarks, like the train station and the church.
As the afternoon progressed, the mood changed, and as the book stacks piled up, so did the enthusiasm.
After about 20 minutes, the staff told us that they had a lot of new books to get through, and that it would take some time to sort through them all.
One of them was a new illustrated book that was a combination of old-school books and new-school children’s books, with illustrations by a local illustrator.
Our eldest son had a big grin on his face as we looked at the book.
I had to hold back a laugh as he pointed to the illustrations on the covers.
He pointed to a book called The House on the Green, which was written by his father, the famous illustrator and poet David Blunkett.
When he first saw the book, his eyes lit up with excitement.
It’s called The Green House.
David Blunketts family’s The Green Room, the family home.
(Facebook)The Green Room was written in 1876 by David Blunksett, the man who became one of the most famous children’s authors in the world.
It is still one of his most well-known works, and has been translated into many languages.
At the time, we were excited to have a chance to read the book because it’s a real treat to read a book written by a famous artist, and he’s one of our heroes.
My wife was more nervous about the book itself.
I thought the cover looked like something you’d see on a book shop shelf, and she was right.
It looked like it had been painted in a pretty vibrant colour.
But she was really excited when we started to look at the illustrations.
It was an interesting collection of children’s illustrations.
They were drawn by Blunkets son, David Blunksett, as well as illustrators such as George Lucas, James Cameron, and others.
We loved the way they portrayed animals and animals-related subjects.
They really made the book seem alive.
The book also had a special place in our hearts.
My eldest son, who was just a year old at the time of its publication, loved reading the book as well.
This is how he put it, “The Green House was the only book he ever read.”
We started reading the illustrations and eventually bought all of them.
My wife was the one who was nervous about buying them, because it was so big, and so hard to find, and because she didn’t have much money, so we were forced to wait until we could afford them.
I was thrilled.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Since then, the book has been a big hit at school and in the local community.
On our anniversary, my sons and I visited the library again.
We went back in time to buy more books, and were surprised by what we found.
There was a little book called Telling the Tale, which has a great story about the life of a village boy named Telling.
Telling lived in the village of Rottingsworth, where he grew up, and was the eldest of three brothers.
His mother, Alice, was a very good cook.
She was a teacher, and her family were always very well-off.
She would tell stories of her life, and they were all very beautiful, and everyone loved her.
That’s the way Alice described Telling to her children.
She said, “When you see your own picture on the wall, you know you have a very special person in your life.”
My oldest son, James, is also a great cook.
He was always good at cooking.
He cooked, cooked