I just spotted this in his albums though
Sorry it's so tiny, it won't stand for enlarging as is.
This is 1981. The dog is Pippin and she was super-clever. And I am delighted to find missing photo evidence of my racoon sweatshirt, which was the best. I wish my mother had kept it.
That was our conservatory being built. we were still in Rathmines. My memory of that wall is of rolling off my spacehopper and hitting my head on it.
Ah, the eighties. Bad haircuts abound.
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In the eighties I had a stupid uniform and very very short hair. (Still don't know why my mother loved crew cuts on her daughters so much.)
I was a grown-up in the eighties and have no defense whatsoever about what I wore.
i ended the eighties with a permed bob!
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