Hunt the Photo

With a morning of errands and an evening at the photography class, this afternoon was for doing the housework which has had to be neglected for so long we have the beginnings of a Miss Haversham scenario in the living room with cobwebs trailling from the lights. I already had the vacuum out when I remembered that I needed to find baby photos of my daughter and me for a party game. I'm just over the trauma of having to find 12 chronological photos of my son for his wedding last year, and now this.
I was obviously doing something in the years from 1981 to 2005 - working, living in six different countries (I've lost count of the house moves), bringing up kids, listening to John Denver, watching Friends (the kids have had the remote control for fifteen years) - but it wasn't putting photos in albums. I eventually found two photos of her aged about 18 months which is really still a baby, but does nothing to disprove her conviction that she is adopted.

And the spiders live on.