Ever since the spectre of retirement began to appear on the horizon, my mum has been saying that she “really must sort out the photographs and put them in albums” (yes, the word “photo” is not in my mother’s vocabulary). She’s been semi-retired, down to four half-days a week for… a year? Two years? Quite a while, anyway, and today the photos finally came out.
We’ve misplaced the ones already in albums. I know there are at least three square albums and at least three of those flip-up ones but we have no idea where they are. So we got out the loose ones and the ones that have been languishing in the envelopes they came home from the chemist in for more than thirty years.
We sorted them out – my photos in one pile, my sister in another and all the others back in the envelopes. The leftovers are mostly photos of Austrian scenery or photos of buses or trains courtesy of my dad. My pile is three or four inches high and now sorted into “child”, “teenager”, “school” and “holiday” and I’ve gone through them and scanned a few for your delectation.
Allow me to present, first of all, a handful of first days at school in assorted uniforms. I think actual first day of school in Reception is in one of the missing albums.
Next up comes me as a small child. I was pretty cute as a child and then… less so as a teenager.
And finally, me on my travels from about eight or nine up until my teens. This is my favourite sector because look at some of the things I wore! Look at the shape and size of me!