Darlings, I know that there is nothing in the world that you want more at this moment than pictures of the young Z, is there. Is there? Oh. Well, you're getting them anyway.
As I said, I'm doing some turning out of my mother's things and I was awfully pleased to come across her Christmas crib - she and my father bought it in Woolworth's in 1947, the year they were married, when just about everything was in short supply or rationed and they didn't have much money anyway. No doubt, you will be shown it in six months' time. There was also the fairy for the tree, who isn't very pretty, to be honest, and the last of the bird tree decorations that I loved so much as a child. I didn't know that she had kept one.
I also found several packs of photos. Also, in a walnut box with some odds and ends I was surprised to find a lock of my hair. I vaguely remember promising to bring it back from the hairdresser's when I finally had my long hair cut, which I think was sometime in my late 20s.
Anyway, I have made you wait quite long enough, and here goes...