It reminds me of the little wooden house that Josianne, our neighbour, had when we were kids. She was a few years older than me, and her father, a joiner, had built her this gorgeous wooden house in the back of their garden, where she could play house. All the younger neighbours, i.e. me, Nadine and Isabelle and probably plenty others whom I don't remember, were only too happy to go there and play school there, where Josianne would be the teacher and we were her pupils.

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