Guest Post – Are you making a childhood to remember?
What I Want My Children To Remember About Their Childhood by Brae Craig at I am NOT a VOLCANO!!!(and other such stories) I have always had a good memory. Most people […]
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The hand-me-down kid
This photo was taken in 2009 when Georgie was 9 years old. The coat was beginning to become one of those things which only Losers wear. Not cool. Makes me […]
‘Life’s a Journey’ series, Week 2: The School Portrait
From last week’s ‘my earliest baby photo‘, this week we’re taking a step forward a few years to those heady school days…….. 1974. Another miserably disappointing year for the eagerly […]
The Middle Ages
Oh poop. It’s here. At almost-45, I can’t really deny that I’m firmly entrenched in middle age. I mean, I literally did the maths. 45 x 2 = (oh crap) […]
Mobile Memories
Instagram is an awesome little bit of kit. In spite of the fact that we own a very expensive camera, I tend to find that I take the vast majority […]
‘Life’s a Journey’ series. Week 1: My earliest baby photo
It’s a new year, so time, thought I, to start a more regular series of posts to this family stories Blog. As you know by now, my obsession is the […]
Baby Shoes, revisited 12 years on
I just found these in a box, alongside a picture of the little man in question wearing them. These were George’s first ever shoes. I saved them. I am indeed […]
A tatty old box full of memories
Yesterday I began the traditional New Year clear-out. You know, the one where you use stealth to remove the toys and games which graced previous Christmas stockings but are no […]
About the Boys
Things I love about the big ‘un:- the way his right eye goes all wobbly when he’s drinking with intent. So like his dad (wobbly genes?) the fact that he […]
Christmas of yesteryear
I’ve been itching to drag this photo out, so thanks to Tara at Sticky Fingers for giving me an excuse! It’s such a terrible picture, but still makes me laugh, […]
Mothers, Brothers, Aunties & Grandmas = Family
Brothers I have a brother. If I had been allowed to grow my hair long enough for pigtails as a child, he would most certainly have pulled them. Or at […]
Swimming ‘sustificates’ & other mispronunciations
I am smiling. For two very good reasons. 1. My littlest Little Man has just received his very first award for swimming. 5 whole metres. Get in there, son! 2. As […]
The best snow in living memory
It is snowing. Big fat flakes of cotton wool. I have idyllic memories of sledging in the snow as a child. Is my memory dulled by years of Pinot Grigio […]
