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In 1998, September 28th, there was an "Indian Summer".

Boy was 7, Tooli was 4 and we headed to the Beach. It was THAT hot.

I made a little picnic, and we gathered up our buckets and spades. The beach was busy, especially for a September Monday. We dug holes, and buried Boy in them. And then modeled a car shape around him. A man came round with a camera and asked if he could take a photo of the kids, for the paper - a nice happy children enjoying freak weather kind of photo.

He arranged them, Boy still in his "car",but Tooli sitting on the Bonnet aiming for Boy with her spade. And snapped away. I was preening myself with joy, at this public recognition of how beautiful my kids were that he wanted to take their photo over all the other kids on the beach that day.

As he said thank you and walked away, I said "in this week's paper?" imagining the local press which came out on a Wednesday. "Tomorrow's Mail, and maybe some other's if I'm lucky.

I said nothing to anyone, I didn't want to brag in case they didn't use it. But next morning, when the sun had gone away, and we were back to grey, I went next door to the newsagents, and picked up the Mail. "That's a lovely photo of your kids in there today", said the newsagent....

Oh Heaven's I did nearly explode with pride... There they were... "Indian Summer... Boy and Tooli enjoying the sunshine". ....

Today, 27th September, 14 years on, I'm really, really hoping for an Indian Summer, because I, who never wears socks, have my woolie slippys on. I am freezing! Come back freak weather. All is forgiven.