Its my birthday and I'll cry if I want to

... but I won't cry, its ok, I'm only joking.

Though I don't know so much, looking at some of these these pictures....

I was going to post just one little baby pic for my birthday, but got a bit carried away.
I've had such a good time looking through old family photos. Though its a bit scary how very OLD some of them look.

I love photographs, almost any photos, including photos of people I don't know. I suppose this is the sort of nosiness which is a prerequisite for blogging? I like looking in other peoples' houses too. If they didn't want me to look, they'd put up net curtains!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these, nosily or otherwise, at least a little bit as much as I enjoyed finding & choosing them.

This is one of the earliest baby pictures I have, I was the youngest of 3 children, my sister and brother were (respectively) 16 months and not quite 3 when I was born in 1959. Blimus double blimus. My poor mother.





I had pneumonia as quite a little baby and there are some very pathetic early photographs of me looking like a Betsy Clark baby, all head and not much body - but I soon fattened up again nicely as you can see.











Making a bid for freedom, by the looks of it (though what a fab perammmmmbulator ) ... I was probably watching my brother and sister. My first words apparently were "Me too".







This is one of my favourite of all baby pics, me with my big sister, somewhere probably on the South Coast of England.











Very chic, ne-suis je?
I remember this towelling beach robe thing very well and the hat was almost certainly my Nan's.



I would guess I was maybe 6-7 here? so, mid 1960's. Don't we look vintage?

I love the colours in this picture, they somehow instantly date it. Did you notice the curtains? I remember them well and wish my Mum still had them.

I don't know what I had done to make my father look at me in that tone of voice. Maybe it was something to do with he vesta curry. My mum is a wonderful cook, but even she was hoodwinked for a while by that 60's yellow curry powder (and raisins) thing.











7/8-ish possibly? I must ask my Mum. In my still-blond days, it sadly didn't last much longer.




Early 70's, I was about 11-12, just beginning secondary school.
Fortunately not too many photos of this stage in my life survive.

I remember the humiliation of being asked by another child in a park - where I was wearing my flares, absolutely fave Ben Sherman shirt and tank top - whether I was a boy or a girl. Admittedly I was pretty gangly in those days. (Back to the short hair again now though)


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I have nothing at all to say about this picture. I'm sure some of you may have witty remarks to make. Please feel free. Maybe this should be the caption competition?


Early/mid 70's.

I'd like to think that the colour in this picture is to do with its age, but I have to admit, I think I really did look that sort of colour. And yes, my hair was that lank and greasy. (aggravated, sometimes, by using that Schwarzkopf dry shampoo - or talc if I was desperate)

Mid-late 70's, the pic. on the right is the earlier, I think. And in it I am wearing a pale green lambswool and angora jumper which I remember loving and wearing to bits (which was also the fate of the aforementioned Ben Sherman). And a coat which I made myself. It was made from quite thick green woollen fabric, God knows what it looked like - well, home-made probably! I think it was easier to get away with home-made clothes in the 70's.






En (Adams) famille - Halloween 2002 (I think - is that right, Tat?)

I'm sure you'll agree that I've seldom looked better. Never a better colour at any rate.

I must admit though that its not all my own
hair .....


Today I will be mostly marking essays and exams. ptb. But I have been hugely cheered by birthday wishes from all you bloggers, thankyou all for joining me on my little show here tonight, Good Night and I love you all. Esp. check out this and this.