Missing Grandma a year on. Remembering the time spent in her various houses... the tadpole pond which strangely set my imagination off (drew all the tadpoles as ninjas for some reason)... the "mansion" with the creepy route to the bathroom in the dark (and me and Helen getting flashlights for Christmas there so as to better navigate its shadows)... and then the last one I saw when I last came to visit (en route to a short jaunt to Madrid, I think...) - with a very unexpected framed poster of revolutionary Lenin on the wall!