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I had a spooky afternoon: we headed over to grandmas after school for the kids tea! I went upstairs to take photos of some certificates that my Grandma had been sorting out (for my family tree research). As I was taking a photo of this family photo, something moved in the wardrobe. I opened the door and hanging in front of me was Grandads dressing gown. It was a roll of wrap that had fallen. I think. Made me jump. But then it comforted me.
What do you think?