Life in a Northern Town.

By archduchess

Duck or grouse

When I was small, my parents used to take me to the Stanley Street museum. It had a mammoth. And kites. And fish. And a prison cell. And a trench. I took my class today. As soon as I saw the entrance to the WWI display, I knew my favourite part would still be there. My parents had to explain it to me when I was small, and it has amused me ever since. The museum seems to have shrunk though. And there was no mammoth.

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