Me growing up
Me and my mum somewhere near Hull, when I wasn't even 1 year old. Little monkey girl in the making!
Me and my uncles Dennis and Ted. And my big blue eyes, just like Dumbo. I was probably 1 or something here.
My mum made me this green dress, and my sister had a matching one. I was 3 here, and obviously a budding gymnast.
Not sure why I felt the need to put a skull and cross bones on this picture, and draw on an earring, but that's probably what little girls do. I think I was about 7 here, but I really don't know. I don't even know which school I was in.
What on earth am I doing with my legs behind my head on a beach in Belgium aged 10? I do despair sometimes. I really do.
I was 13 and on holiday in Great Yarmouth, about a year before I moved
there. This red jacket went everywhere with me! I think it's still in
my mum's loft.
Ah! He he he. This is when I was 18 and worked for a promotions company,
in between colleges. I had to do things like hand out free pens for WH
Smith, dress up as Roland Rat at a camp site, and dance on stage for the
local radio station's roadshows. Now, that's what I call living the high
life. What a moody face on me!
Oh, this was on a Club 18-30 holiday in Gran Canaria. Didn't we all have fab hair? From Left Karen, Gaynor, Steph, me, all about 19.
This was my sister's wedding in Great Yarmouth, I was 21 and had a groovy hair day.
2 self-portraits from my art college days in Leicester. I was 22 and very dramatic.
When I was little my mum told me that I ate a bendy Rupert the Bear toy. It must have had some severe side-effects as I've not stopped bending since!
I think I was 24 here. Might have been 23, though, in my first house in Cambridgeshire. I like this pic as it looks so unlike me!
I think I was 25 here, still in my first house. That's Lou Lou on the
left. Blimey, my hair's long!
I must have been 26 here, coz that's my little Charlie that I'm snuggling
as a baby. I've got cow's eyes here.
This is me when I was at my fattest (11 stone), aged 28 in Ibiza. I wasn't a happy bunny here, but life was soon to improve some!
Me in Denver, aged 30. This picture was taken by my lovely friend Brian.
I love this picture so much that there's a larger version of it here.
Sad techie that I'm not, I'm actually cuddling a Linux pengin. I dont'
know, give me something fluffy, and I'll mother it...
This was taken in London in September 2000, so I was 31 and three quarters. That's Tish on the right.
Me in my Spanish house 29th march 2001, aged 32
Me in my bed July 29th 2002, aged 33 and a half.
Me in my other bed May 2002, aged 34 and a bit.
Me and my poppet, in Winter 2004 aged 35 and a lot.
Me and my poppet, in November 2005 aged 36 and a lot. OK, I'll try to
get one where I'm not hardwired to daughter.
This is me aged 37 and 2 months. I have just one wrinkle, by the corner
of my mouth. Or "crescent" as Lisa Currants calls it.
This is me aged 38 and 5 months. I haven't quite grown up yet. I guess
it may happen one day but it is fun having the heart of a child. Can you
lick your elbow?
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