Daddy's Girl.

It's been on of those days when I did a bit of this, and a bit of that, but my mind wasn't interested in doing much. I spent an hour looking through a draw at old photographs, while J was in the hobby room. When he heard me laughing, he said, I know you are looking at a photo of me, and I was. This was taking at my Mum & Dad's home probably during the eighties. J used to work shifts, and used to drop myself and our daughter off and then go off to work. My Dad used to take us out somewhere, then we would have a meal with them. and then my Dad would bring  us home. Happy days indeed.