Blasted

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

The Prince and I were up in Banchory last night and this morning, I had a memory of The Mini Princesses, at around 4 & 5, squealing with excitement and laughter as they ran through the hall wearing old 1970s clothes that Penny had just given them to dress up in.

The memory probably lasted a nanosecond but it felt as if it was happening in real time. It was so vivid that I could almost touch them and hear them (in a strange parallel universe on a time delay).

It is funny how brains fill the void of absence.

C