The first place where we lived in Sydney was
an inner-city terrace house on a narrow street.
It was quite a change after having lived close
to the sea in Melbourne.
My family shared the house with a man who
was a student. Although we almost never saw
him, we knew he had a lot of important work
to do because the sign on his door said that
we must be very quiet.
I had a feeling the sign really meant that the
man didn’t like children very much. Maybe my
parents had that feeling too because we found
a better place to live before too long.
Oh I love this!!!