Our front door

Me with our front door

Me with our front door

Long before I was born, mummy was walking past a bric-a-brac shop in Rathmullen, County Donegal. She saw a huge door knocker that she just had to have (I think she didn’t ‘have’ to have it, but… you know what I mean).

It was put onto the front door of our house, which is bright red (the door, not the house) and, since daddy disconnected the doorbell, it’s how people let us know they want to come in.

We were out in the front garden the other day and daddy insisted on taking a photo of me next to the door knocker. There is no similarity whatsoever between us!!

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