Tick tock, tick tock
Hi, Last week, another year on the clock. Oh, don’t mention clocks: this could be a terror threat. 🙂 I did wonder, skipping back those *cough* 40 odd *cough* years ago. What was it like for my parents? Okay obvious joke, probably agony for one of them 😉 Did my Dad rush in from work, or had he been there since the start of labour? I may have to ask. Skip on a few years, and a remember visiting my Mum, after my little sister was born. I also remember Dad taking us to the local toy shop (there were two in our little town). For some reason, he bought my sister and I toys. How this helps to adjust […]
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