Time warp

A day out at Kew Gardens, Summer 2006

God I miss Saffron. It's just not the same without the Little Minx around. Even if the house is (marginally) tidier, even if I'm not having to stock the fridge with 728 pints of organic full fat milk at any one time, even if I don't have to live my life to the melodic strains (no pun intended) of the Balamory jingle. So what's a pining mother to do on a late Sunday evening, under the influence (of a mug of Builder's tea), except to throw all caution to the wind, stick two fingers to her strict House Rule of Chronology and scan through her archives of photographs and post them for posterity.