Our Memory Wall

Paul Langdon

When I think of you Paul, I always think of us being kids at home and the Sunday’s we spent watching you play football. Sometimes I can still smell the fresh grass, mixed with wet mud and it reminds me of you sitting next to me in the car on the way home from a soggy match and I hated it.. I’d gladly go back to those cold, wet and miserable Sunday mornings and I’d gladly bicker with you every minute of my day. Love you x