scrapbook my life

i am old and grey and living alone in my house full of cats, that i shall call my babies and give them all names like mr gingersnaps wurthington fithe, i have something to look back on when i can no longer remember all the things i have enjoyed doing with my life. The people, the places, the feelings, how we all looked and who i loved and who loved me. Sometimes even now people who i was once so interwined withs faces fade in my memories and i long to recall them. And the joy is my memory will only get worse to i had better get scrap booking and start hoarding boiled sweets.