I have loads of pictures of my smiling boy - although these days his smile looks like a broken dry stone wall as he's losing teeth on what seems like a weekly basis. I was so tempted to post one of his grinning chops.
Then I thought of the photo my darling little sister, K, hates with a passion. It is crying out to be posted. It is one from my mum and dad's 25th wedding anniversary party. From the brief, happy time when I was the thinner sister and she was a little chunkier than normal. How we have laughed over this picture...
It is fondly termed 'the Chinese picture' and has gone down in family lore, along with other seminal works:
- the one where the school photo lady combed K's hair and she looks like she been in a wind tunnel
- the one where I have a Jackson 5 perm
- the one from 1971 where Dad is wearing purple swimming trunks - shudder...
- the one where we've both been forcibly sat in a tree and I'm smiling through ill-disguised tears