I’ve learnt to pick my nose down the the second knuckle Nana.

Jack, Brady and I spent 10 days in Feurteventura trying to resuscitate our marriage after Jack’s “indiscretion” with Brady’s child minder and my friend. I found this card amongst my Mother’s belongings. Continue reading I’ve learnt to pick my nose down the the second knuckle Nana.

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1994, Letters from S, Letters to J, Letters to Mum

Baby’s First Photo

16 Dec 1994 – FAX To My Dear Nana and Uncle J, Here are the photos taken this morning, I do hope you can make sense of them on the fax. The nice lady at the hospital who took my photo said that I am the right size for Mummy’s dates so I should be here to see you on the 2nd of June. Mummy … Continue reading Baby’s First Photo

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This is what it was.

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I’ve learnt to pick my nose down the the second knuckle Nana.

Baby’s First Photo