It was too hot to go out yesterday, so I went through old family photo albums with my brother instead. Excuse the poor quality, they are photos of fuzzy 1970s photos.
I do look a bit apprehensive on my grandad’s shoulders. But he was a very nice man.
I’m a lot happier with my dad
Not so much with my granny… I don’t think it’s her … what I must be pissed off about is this totally ridiculous outfit!
With my mum in my grandparents’ garden
I was a sprightly four-year-old.
This ultra-short haircut may look quite cute, but it’s the tear-blighted result of my first hair-related tragedy. My dad had made a real botch-job of cutting it, and this is the best the hairdresser could do to save my dignity.
These are chocolate bears. Right in front of me. What do you think will happen next…?
What else?!? Whoever’s hand that was, it just wasn’t fast enough to save them.
The last three are of my brother and I, taken in the early 80s. (He’s ten years younger than me.)
He was always easy to please 😉
I did want to kill him back then. Now I’m glad I resisted the urge