Pictures.

1. The passing of time.

Mummy, me and Grandma, 37 years ago. Being 37 has got to be infinitely easier than being newborn, however nice big people are to the small.

Hazel and I painted each other's faces at Playcentre on my 36th birthday.

Me; today. Grandma's dead now and Mummy's on holiday with her other grandchildren. But Hazel, Iris, Sean and Hilary spent the day pandering to my whims and Ruth, Mummy, Daddy and Kay all rang and sang Happy Birthday to me so I still feel surrounded by fond family.

2. House.

It really is a lovely back garden, all those patterns from the pattern language focussed in on the one space. Here's Iris on the climbing frame and Hazel proudly modelling what was then the new picnic table.

3. Current Interests

Iris likes things that go round and round, here she's drilling at Playcentre but this morning it was difficult to stop her over-peppering her honeyed toast because the peppermill rotates so attractively.

Hazel likes to climb poles.

Hazel drew a face in the sand, she very rarely produces this kind of representation, mostly her representational art is proto-writing or kinetic: she pretends the implement is a person leaving traces of its movement behind like a jet's vapour trail.

My bowling form is undiminished as I age.