A little trio of pics of me and The Brother eating, all from 1972 - him with the candy floss and me wearing the spaghetti and soup. If I recall correctly, it was a Magic Roundabout bowl.
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The wedding of my Auntie Susan (a title by which she *never* goes) to Peter in February 1972 - which means their 40th anniversary must be coming up soon!
And also a bit of a rarity - a photo of all four of us! Not all in focus, and not all looking at the camera, but it exists!...
Three of me, and one of The Brother looking all thoughtful on a tree.
I have very fond memories of that panda and the one that followed it. The Brother, on the other hand, still has the soft toy dog that's slightly older than he is - and that's saying something. If he pays me enough, I may not reveal that it's called Woof-Woof....
March 1970, and a big enough dump of snow for us to have a decent stab at building an igloo. OK, it's not perfect seeing as there's no slope on the walls, but it's not bad for the East Midlands!...
Me at the age of about 12 months18 months old. Cute aren't I?Me and The BrotherThis is us riding on the miniature train that used to be on some land just next to Delapre Abbey in Northampton.I'm behind, with Mother, while The Brother is in front with her mother.Postscript: Good grief, they're still there - Northampton Society of Model Engineers Ltd....
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....
I don't know, it's just shocking.The Brother in 1966 with father's beer glass. Personally, I didn't acquire a taste for ale until I was in my 20's, but it looks like he started much earlier.And I'll finish off this batch with this one of The Brother, from 1968. He looks happy enough here, but little does he know what joys would lie in wait later in that same year, when I arrive!...