Memories

Mum and I spent a good part of this afternoon looking through photos to find some of Dad as a young person. So many great memories came flooding back.

This is me and Kevin, when we were the best of friends, playing in the garden. Those tight curls of mine were chopped off at one point when we played hairdressers, those and the hair on my dolls, which of course never grew back.

It’s been a busy day, firstly at the bank and building society, followed by even more shopping. Mum is definitely frail but her determination to do what she wants is still very evident