Fun weekend, but The Blokey has now departed and I really should be in bed sleeping as soon it will be Monday and the beginning of another intriguing week in the educational institute. Plus I can feel the beginnings of a rotten and very nasty cold coming on. My throat is throbbing. We’ve booked tickets to see Al Murray [aka The Pub Landlord] at the end of November, in Cambridge. That will be a laugh.
On Thursday I was clearing out some of my mess in the garage that I haven’t touched since I came home to live a couple of years ago. I finally found my dissertation [it was actually under the stairs so really it has nowt to do with the garage] and that means I can get my thoughts on the beginnings of the Mormon Church onto my “professional” site. But back to the garage … I found a couple of pictures in a box and couldn’t resist getting them scanned –
This horrendous photo was taken in 1987 and reveals what a slob I was at the tender age of thirteen. I look like a boy for some bizarre reason. The lass in the lilac trousers was my best mate at the time. I can’t believe that she’s getting married next year. We’re so old now. I absolutely adore my seventies wallpaper. At the time I loathed it intensely but now I wish I still had it on my bedroom wall. Rather scarily there appears to be a Morten Harket poster behind my bookcase. Hmmm.
Ah, me and my mumsy. I was ten months old and had a squidgy nose.
Oh well, enough mindless nothingness that amuses nobody but me … must sleep now and dream of naughty things.
God Bless my squidgy nose xxx Elsabeth