Memories

If we could wind back the clock sixteen years, almost to the minute, you would find a rather larger than normal me dancing around a side-room in Frimley Park Hospital, whilst my husband slept away the minutes (in the bed intended for me!)   

I have to admit, I WAS under the influence of drugs at the time (a brief dalliance with pethidine) but my head was clear and the song on the radio seemed prophetic.  

In those days, they wouldn't tell you whether the baby you were expecting was a girl or a boy (I wouldn't have wanted to know anyway), but I remember thinking 'Is this a sign?'

As it turned out, it was!

Tomorrow our lovely Ellen is sixteen.

(There'll be hell to pay when she finds out I've put these photos on here!  Better have the Iced Gems and Party Rings ready to placate her!)

Happy Birthday Lovely Girl!