Or at least my Blog is.
Hard to believe I’ve been tapping away at the keyboard all this time, well, not continuously!
A lot has happened in those three years, and over my 1925 posts, you’ve read about most of it.
This was my first post, and immediate changes from that to today are:
Home is no longer the cottage,
We have no chickens,
Tom Cruise murdered Jack Reacher,
Most of our Teddy Bears have been rehomed, and
I sold my piano two years ago.
But what was I doing when I was actually a three year old infant?
I have a 2 inch square black and white picture of me with a jackdaw that my Dad had saved and nursed back to health. I was standing on a box in the kitchen and leaning over the wooden sink drainer.
That wooden drainer played an important part in my childhood as I remember many a time sitting on it after stand up baths in the big butler sink or having grazed knees bathed, plastered and made better by Mum’s TLC.
My earliest memory of a front door had my family baffled for years as no-one had or had had, a door that matched my description, which was black and white panels with an oval glass insert at the top.
Years later, and I mean SERIOUS years later, someone was going through some old photographs and came across a picture of the house my uncle had lived in with his first wife. Yep, that was the door I could remember, and I could not have been more than three when they divorced.
I was also about three in the picture my sister sent up to the local newspaper for my 50th birthday. In it, I was offering a bunch of mangled weeds to someone and the caption she had put underneath was ‘Still Cute at 50’.
Sis describing me as ‘Cute’ conjures up an odd image and mixed feelings.