Snapshot Memories

Getting up to the weird orange light yesterday cast an eerieness over the morning, added to by it being 17 years since my mum died suddenly. The snapshot above which was taken in Boots photo booth and was sent to my dad working then in Algiers, is one of my favourites. My dad was a plumber and worked away for spells when we were very small. He used to write poems for her. I don’t know much about his time over there but I remember being told he asked my mum for some of my baby clothes to take back with him to give to a friend he worked with who had a daughter the same age as I was then. I do remember Dad bringing us Paddington Bear teds home one time and that I insisted on carrying mine all the way to primary school to show him to my teacher. Quite an achievement as that Paddington was pretty much the same height as I was, I remember peering over his shoulder to see where I was going!
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