This was taken in July 1990. Mum's work had organised some sporting charity event in Edinburgh. I was home from Switzerland for a holiday, so we thought it would be a good family day out. It was so cold, as you see from the pullovers. Didn't stop us having fun and sharing a few bottles of wine. In fact I'm sure this ended up in a pub crawl around Edinburgh with some of the sporting teams...

Sorry about quality of photo, didn't know how to resize.

I decided Jill and I were going to have an adventure in the livingroom, using nothing but mum's ironing board. I convinced Jill to help me put up the ironing board. We both sat cross-legged on the board, pretending to paddle to a tropical island.

Suddenly and very slowly we started sinking.'Quick Jill, you scoop the water out the canoe and I'll keep paddling' Within seconds we crashed to the floor. No we hadn't really sunk. The legs on the ironing board had buckled and given up!

Sore bottom for me, Jill started crying before mum even touched her (quite a good tactic of getting out of it) Both Jill and I went without spangles for weeks.

Might tell you later about when we ran an 'Art Gallery' in our bedroom xx