the pattern.

Rather than trying to explain this in words, here's a picture instead.

I've just looked back on my previous posts (2 to be exact) that I've written in the holidays, and I realised that I didn't bother forgotten  to post my 'not so sweet sixteenth' and the birthday gifts.
Well, let's just say I got hit hard with amnesia/dementia at the ripe age of 16. So, there will be no post unfortunately because I've forgotten what happened in exact details. And my presents? I still have my Gryffindor scarf in the nice brown paper bag sitting in the corner of my room. In other words, my room is a mess and they're buried underneath mounds and mounds of paper and food wrappings.