This photo reminds me of a few things. The first is the way Mum used to brush my hair. Now, I can just hear some of you purring, “Oh, how sweet” but it’s not really. Mum wasn’t blessed with “lightness of touch” and the brush was one of those heavy, wooden backed ones. Every brush stroke went clunk, drag. I’m sure I winced but that wouldn’t have had had any effect on Mum, she always knew she was doing things properly.

Another memory is of the ribbons. For a few years they were satin and always had to be ironed then the new, easy care nylon ones came in, I can’t remember when. Ribbons were like socks, always inclined to lose their mate.

I can still see Mum trying to undo the knots in the ribbons with her teeth.

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