Six decades on, in my mind’s eye I can still walk around those rooms and hear my parents’ voicesIn our end of year series, writers and public figures remember the place or time when they felt most at homeIt’s odd – and revealing – that 62 years after leaving the north London flat where I was brought up, I still think of it as home. I can still remember the telephone number: Pinner 1826.I can walk round the flat in my mind, running my hand over the “distemper” on the lavatory wall, Paris wallpaper on another. I can hear the “geyser” spluttering hot water into the bath, smell the dying cat on my bed with its red “hospital” blanket, see the man peeing on the moon on an inn sign, in Bruegel’s painting, Netherlandish Proverbs, on our front-room wall.Michael Rosen is a writer and broadcaster who has produced many books for children and a few for adults, tooDo you have an opinion on the issues raised in this article? If you would like to submit a response of up to 300 words by email to be considered for publication in our letters section, please click here. Continue reading...