oh yes people. Look at that.
On the Gallery this week the theme is one that means there is no escaping a picture of me. A younger me. That picture was taken on 22nd November 1998 (not that I have a phenomenal memory, it is date stamped in the left hand bottom corner). E is a week old. J is three, and C is 4. And me? Well let’s say I am old enough to know better than thinking that nylon shirt and woolly jumper were a good combo. But most of my clothes were still in a container mid ocean somewhere. Mind you, I have no idea why they got packed in a suitcase and not in a container.
We were living in a rented house in Bracknell, known as Mr Richard’s. Having arrived back from Saudi three months before. I had been there for six years, newly married and returned with two children and heavily pregnant with number three. In fact it was 22 years next week that I left for the middle eastern adventure, aged just 22. I am not quite 30 in that picture, and look about 50. I felt 90 having just had a C section!
But there you have it. Not just a younger me but younger teens too. Who are going to kill me. Sorry kids. It seems hard to believe when I look at these pics that C is now running her own home and living with D, J has just left college after doing his A levels and starts a job next week, and E was down the front of an Aerosmith gig on Saturday night.
Bloody hell I feel old.