Anyhoo, I've headed back to my normal paid job of showering oldies and giving them their dindins (dinner) which is a nice change..the getting paid part at least. Have I mentioned that I also work at a fertility centre too on Sundays? I work at both spectrums of life, but oddly enough, both of the products of this work seem to wear nappies. Strange how life goes in a circle. Both jobs leave me with good stories to tell (while keeping confidentiality..) and some surprising incidents.
With all this extra and much appreciated time on my hands I have been embracing my creative side and mimicking the grand idea of the blog Dear Photograph. www.dearphotograph.com
Dear Photograph,
Thank you verandah for giving me endless hours of fun and from protecting me from the very rare rain and the ever beating sun.
Dear Photograph,
Cheer up love! There will come a day when you don't have to wear smocked dresses and patent leather party shoes.
Dear Photograph,
Thank you dad for wheeling sally and I up to gran's in the wheelbarrow even though we probably broke your back several times over.
And they are the results! please note that I really usually wasn't that grump as in the second photo - I promise I was usually a lovely smiling child.
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