Day Nineteen

This is what the aunt who would later buy you book tokens bought you before you were old enough to use a book token.

On receiving this cheap box of paints you would be expected to look grateful and even kiss said aunt on her ancient, puckered lips.

The only possible fun you could have with the with the paints was creating an impromptu fresco in the lounge while no-one was looking or swiftly trying to eat the blue tablet of paint if they were.