This is a childhood memory; from my grandmother's house - the image of my grandfather going through his morning ritual of brushing his teeth (cleaning his dentures), shaving and combing his hair at the basin upstairs. He then puts on a clean shirt and trousers, drinks his morning Horlicks before walking the 2 kilometres to his shop along the Main Bazaar.
It's an old Chinese family home; brick structure with timber weatherboard; with a shuttered corridor which wraps around the entire first floor. Unfortunately, I do not have any photos of the house (it burned down in the 80s) so all these images are drawn from memory. It is not hard as I spent the first ten years of my life here.