Anne Dunlop tagged me in a Photo Meme and I'm hereby tagging those at the bottom of this one... find the oldest picture folder on your pc and upload the 10th. Here's mine. And it's - obviously - one of The Girl. In the wonderful garden we had at our last house. The dog by her side belonged to a nice man I worked with called Paul who was round helping us clear rubbish from the back of the shed, dismantling the swing and generally being a very great help. We loved our little 'Wendy House' at Greenveiw and we do miss it's lushness and the fact it was self-maintaining (i.e. didn't need anything major doing to it bar the odd trim). This was our last summer here because (exactly, spookily) 8 weeks later my dad would die and we would be upping sticks and moving about 2 miles up't'road to where we are now.
Ah the memories - not least of those teensy tiny plaits that the Girl would insist I weave through the front ofher hair with painstakingly regularity. And that damned T-shirt which I got her in the BHS mid-summer sale with the almost-completely silver glittered logo which ended up covering the rest of our clothes in silver specks for the remainder of the summer. Now it's YOUR turn...