The Easter break is over and I am back at work, my nans house is now stripped bare and the keys returned to the council. The funeral is over with, and we have said our last good byes to her.

During the clearing of the house we came upon boxes and boxes of photographs, some dating back 60 years. I have been trying to compile them them into a family album, as best as i can in chronological order, but as only a handfull of them are dated i'm having to try and do it by judging the age of people in the photos, and erm....hiding the ones of me back in the eighties with the tash and streaked blonde mullet, white socks and blue jeans and pencil thin leather tie over striped shirt....how did i ever think that was a cool look?