Nell’s Dad’s House
I never spent much time in this house as a kid because I always went to Nell’s mum’s place. My most significant memory of Nell’s dad, however, is from when I was in Grade 7. I got chickenpox on the last day of school camp and I then gave them to Nell. While recovering from the chickenpox we had sleepovers, watched tv and her dad delivered a huge tub of Cold Rock ice cream with more mix ins than you could poke a stick at. We have since compared chickenpox scars and although she’ll probably never forgive me, I’ll always be fond of those memories and grateful to her dad.
She commissioned this drawing for her dad’s partner, Michelle.