Category Archives: Family

Clearly a child genius…

Noah smiling

Smiling and purposefully bashing large purple caterpillars – what more is there to life? 

New arrival

Noah Maxfield

Many many thanks from myself, Dani and Noah for all the good wishes we have received since Noah arrived on Sunday.  For those who dont yet know he weighs 2.85kg (6lb 5oz), is 48 cm long and will have to suffer his entire life from having Croydon as his place of birth on his birth certificate 🙂

Dani and Noah are doing fine (I’m an emotional wreck but that doesnt really matter).

Noah has a Facebook group (thanks Duncan) but in case you are resisting the tide and not joining Facebook, here’s a photo.

Long lost memories

I consider myself to be something of a militant anti-sentimentalist but every now and then something comes along that just makes you smile.

A (long) while back my mum gave me a cylinder of ancient camera film and asked me to see if I could find somewhere that might have a go at developing it.  She thought the film was at least 30 years old and might not have even been used – so expectations about getting anything from it were pretty low.

 A quick search on the internet found Process C-22 who specialise in developing old films.  The ad stated that payment was required with the film roll and that there was no guarantee of success.  I sent off the film and heard nothing.  For months.  And then forgot all about it.

Then in April of this year, out of the blue (and more than a year after sending off the film) I got an email from Process C-22 saying they had managed to produce contacts from the film-  and asking if I was still interested in having it developed.  Too right I was – the single contact print they sent me (teased me with 🙂 showed the pix would be worth it.

After a further impatient wait, the prints finally arrived.  I now have more than 30 grainy black and white photos taken almost 40 years ago.  Me when I was a toddler, my brother and sister, childhood friends who I am going to need some help identifying.  Star of the show is a pretty underwhelmed looking donkey on Sutton on Sea beach (it had to be Sutton or Mablethorpe – they were our regular holiday haunts).   Dad is there looking thinner than I remember (my dad died in 1984 but I am not going to get mawkish – he was almost 70 when I was born!)  No pictures of mum though which is a shame – I can only assume that she was the one behind the camera.

Now I am very much looking forward to visiting mum at the weekend with my treasure.  Thank you, Process C-22!

Here’s a sample:

Me, my sister and a friend (on the tractor)

That’s me on the left (looking very cute and for some reason sitting in a trailer) with my sister, Jane and a friend who has commandeered the tractor.

Me and Terry

And that’s me (the sweet blonde one) and my brother Terry (the one on the right with a look on his face that says “everything was great until HE came along, if he hits me with that spade one more time…”)

I worry about my son…

Just been chatting to young William on MSN Messenger.  This is part of our conversation (I asked about the Garlecs thing – apparently they are like Daleks only more garlicky).  If I was a responsible parent I would probably tell him off… 

William (called “Get to the retardeth, the Garlecs are coming”  for some unknown reason) said:

i spent the whole day being chased by chavs

Ed says:u shouldnt wind them up Quick! Get To The Retardeth! The Garlecs Are Coming!!!! says:

its funny they all have anger problems

Ed says:he he Quick! Get To The Retardeth! The Garlecs Are Coming!!!! says:i was wearin my skinnies today and they shouted nice trousers and i shouted back at least i dont have a pink polo shirt and my mum is 14

Quick! Get To The Retardethh! The Garlecs Are Coming!!!! says:

so they chased us Ed says:you didnt? omg you are mad!!!!!!

Quick! Get To The Retardeth! The Garlecs Are Coming!!!! says:

i like to think so Quick! Get To The Retardeth! The Garlecs Are Coming!!!! says:

it was well funny but they all smoke so we easly out ran them

How much damage can a bank account take?

Hot on the heels of having to buy a new car comes this news.

Roots

122 Langsett Avenue, Sheffield

Firmly in the category of more interesting for me than for anyone else but here is a photo of the house where my dad must have spent at least part of his childhood in Sheffield 90-odd years ago.  Full story over at my web site and thanks to Anders Hanson for sending me the pic.