Don't do it, I did it today, yes, I know it was a bloody stupid thing to do.

Woke up early and by 9.30am I was sitting wondering what to do, house work all done, well, I had done enough to satisfy me, raining out there so no chance of getting in to the garden, I know, I will clear out a cupboard upstairs.

Then I found one, well, I actually found two, two large ex biscuit tins filled with photographs, not the photos that are stuck in the several albums, but others.

Every personal emotion in the book is contained in those pictures of yesterdays, every face that stares back at me has a memory. Faces I can remember, I can't remember the names of several of them and they were friends then. I can't remember the places, or the events, even the personal ones. I don't remember being there when I was 5 or 6 years old.

Many of them will now be dead like my memory. I am sad and ashamed.

As one of my oldest, sorry, that doesn't sound right, I'll start again.
Sal was one of the first of my friends when I started to post on this blog and and I have happily travelled with her through the ups and downs of a year, with a choppy canal boat ride, that still isn't sorted, listening to her lovely voice, (if you ask nicely she may tell you where to find it) up to reading with joy her latest news on what is the start of a great romantic future for her.

Sal, my very best wishes on your birthday, sent with a big hug.