Just a handful more pictures of The Brother before his world gets turned upside down by my arrival – the first photos of me are on the scanner as I write this. And there’s a corker already!
I distinctly remember that blanket, and it must have subconsciously influenced my decision on what I bought for our office Secret Santa a couple of weeks ago – the enforced theme was “scarves”, and the lady I bought for got something that looked remarkably like it.
I’m sure he’ll love me to bits for pointing out that he’s still got that dog soft toy.
Things haven’t improved much…
And finally, a follow on from the Social Services post I put up recently. Christmas 1966.
