Photographic treasure

I managed to sleep last night - hurrah! I finished my work on the assets spreadsheet today - double hurrah!! (I also discovered that my mistake on Tuesday was not my doing, but a bug in Excel. I had been saving data to the right file, but the programme gave the impression that I had not. Aargh!)

While I worked on the spreadsheet most of the day, Mr hazelh started scanning some of the slides that he found in a box in my mother's attic yesterday. Of the shots that I have seen so far, this is my favourite. When your main experience of childhood photos is grainy shots in black and white, a colour picture is rather exciting. Here I am at the front in my yellow cardigan with Mummy hazelh (aged 25) behind me. My father (aged 26) is holding my middle sister. I don't know the exact location or date, but it's most likely in the Lake District in summer 1965 since we were living in Kendal at this time.

Also today Véronique came over for morning coffee. It was great to see her, but I am afraid that the conversation was dominated by discussion of our house clearing traumas. 

We popped out for Friendly Friday drinks with a couple of our neighbours at 5pm. Mummy hazelh elected not to join us and stayed in to watch the Glastonbury coverage instead.

Exercise today: none.