Me as a lickle girl.
The summer of '76 - a scorcher by British standards.
And poor old Mum had to carry Steven all the way through it.
So I'da been 3 or 4 depending on the exact date it was taken.
My favourite toy at the time was this broom. I used to hold onto it and circle round and round, making myself dizzy and a hole in the ground. Mum wasn't fussed about my slightly OCD behaviour, but she did not like the pockmarks I created in the garden. Broom locked in shed for quite a while.
Me as a grown up girl circa 1997. The Corporate Sales Team had just smashed all previous targets and we were on a night out in London. Polaroid, hence the low quality photo. One of our sales team bought us champagne that actually cost him more than the bonus he'd earned that month. It was a bloody good night out though. Carrie and I blagged our way into the VIP area and she was really excited by the number of footballers in there. Typically I recognised none of them but was flattered by the amount of drinks I was bought. I didn't make it out of bed the next day.
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