What I Want For My Kids

When I was a kid it was the 70's man and everything was fab. Well it wasn't - maybe a sepia dream really, but Mum, Dad and me had two gigantic gardens. Gigantic to a 5 year old anyhow. I spent so much time our there. There were tall trees and hiding spots and I had a cool den, a huge rhubarb plant which our kitten Topsy peed on when she first arrived to live with us. A path all the way to the front door which I could ride 'the Boneshaker' on - my aply named orange bike with tar wheels and shaky metal mudguards. Those days were just glorious. I want a garden for my kids. Thirty-five years later, is that such a huge ask? Fucking financial crisis. Timing has always been shit for me. Did degree when I should have got a job; bought house when 100% mortgages were 'do-able' at the height, had babies when there was a baby-boom and now we're trapped in a tiny house. But I still want to buy them some freedom so they can study bugs, eat grass, make mud-pies and run.