Family History

Fulfilling my pledge to sort out the loft following Monday's fiasco, I unearthed some old photograph albums which had belonged to my late mother.

I don't know why I am so upset in the top picture but I obviously didn't like being dressed up for the street party.

I well remember the doll's pushchair. It was red and cream and was made of a lovely textured metal.

The photo on the right is taken with my sister, six years younger than me. We are a lot older now and still the best of friends. She introduced me to blipping.