This is undoubtedly the first image of me with food. This is December 28th 1968. I am two. I think that's my mother behind me; it could be my aunt or my grandmother. I remember precisely nothing about this of course. Someone seems to have made an effort. I imagine my mother made the train cake and my nan did the trifle. Are they sponge fingers (still very popular with me) or are they cheese straws? There's a huge bowl of sugar by my hand but there's no fruit or veg, naturally. Quite like the red romper suit.
So why the uncharacteristic bout of 'de temps perdu'? My sister sent me a black bin bag full of significant paper, salvaged from my parents' house. There were many photographs, mostly poor shots of my kids taken long before the benefits of a digital preview. My father was a real king of the obscuring thumb; usually catching an unnecessary flash that causes everything non-thumb to be underexposed to the point of pitch. I'm not sure if he took this. I hope so.
This is my dad, a year or so before he died, eating something - as usual. My father was a powerful omnivore. I have no idea what Fabian and Etien are doing. Again, no fruit or veg is visible, unless you count the Ribena.
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