Every Summer Holiday.

Every summer holiday, when we go back home to England, it's always the same routine. We will arrive at Heathrow airport, and my mum will search for a pay phone. She will then call my grandfather, and make a conservative estimate of when we will arrive at his house. While she is making this all-important call, the rest of us will hunt out our baggage on the baggage claim. When this is finished, we will …showed first 75 words of 563 total…

…showed last 75 words of 563 total…cherries. My parents will sit on the longer sofa by the window, and my Grandad will sit in his chair facing the television, while we kids will lie on the floor, making designs in the carpet with our fingers. Mum and Dad will boast about our achievements during the year, and Grandad will admire us. Then it's upstairs, to the smallest room, to fold out the futon and crash after the long trip. Good Night!