It’s the first Sunday of the month and that can only mean one thing. It’s time for the telling of tales and the sharing of stories and maybe a few pictures to go with them.
Once upon a time, when I was a very small girl indeed, another little girl lived next door and we played together in our garden almost every day. By the time I started school her family had moved, but we still played together from time to time. We stayed friends into our early teens and then they moved a very long way away.
You might remember I went to 50th anniversary party a couple of weeks ago. That celebration was for the other little girl’s Mum and Dad. We had a lovely evening and it was great to see her again after 30 years. One thing she asked me was, “Did we play with a man that you could push over?” and the answer was, “Yes. Yes we did!”
I don’t actually remember him at all, but my brother does and says we called him Mr Sandman. I dug through the family photos when we got back home and found these two little gems. I was able to email them to her and I thought I’d share them with you today. I’m the little girl on the left, in case you were wondering.