diary of a father II

the start of my family is a very ordinary matters. we built our home on love and built our house from pieces of paper. our shoe rack was from boxes and our first car was rather less than ordinary. we washed our clothes by our bare hands and had our less than average food. but it was a happy life then. there was no TV, sofa, even bed or fridge. there were very less 'things' on those days. very much less.