28 December 2009
Ghost of Christmas Past
The thing about Christmas is, all that time spent with family inevitably results in nostalgic stories. This effect is increased when your mother arrives bearing hundreds of ancient photos she’s dug up (at your request, if truth be told) and which she brandishes with the express purpose of embarassing you.
Internet, you must already know how very much I love ice cream. Well, here’s the evidence that this is something I was born with. Or, if not born with, then certainly instilled with at a seriously young age.
For this, parents, I am truly grateful.
Filed under: Archive photo, Nostalgia — Clare @ 10:49 pm

Aaaahhhhhh! Sweet! You’ve obviously been brought up “proper” as you only have a little bit of ice cream around your mouth.
(30.12.09 @ 3:31 pm)
Hi HappyMouffetard. I hadn’t even noticed that. If only I could eat ice cream that daintily now!
(30.12.09 @ 9:20 pm)