Father's Footsteps..

I found this old vintage photo quite fascinating.

The little uniforms for the sweet boys had to be hand made specially.

So the words of the old Music Hall song came to me

and I imagined him being posted to Paris.

And of course I always wonder how the story ended.....

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I got to Chapel last night, very cold but almost a full moon.

I hope it didn't rain in the night as that naughty pixie

left the car passenger window open.

His name is Ro and everytime something happens that 'nobody'

will own up to, it is always blamed on Ro.

Do you have a 'Ro' in your house?

He used to live in a cupboard under the stairs in my last house.

Now we're in a bungalow I don't know where he hides out!

And I am so pleased to find I have a new follower, Nigel,

yes, a man! Thank you Nigel, William won't feel

so outnumbered now.