OK OK to save the family hacking the blog and doing it for me. It's come around again, the day has dawned, here it is the very same day but 49 years ago.
4 years old is the first birthday that I can remember and I was given the present of my dreams, there you see me holding it, yes that's right a ball. An ordinary ball, that and a necklace of blue and red plastic beads that popped together and I was beside myself with the excitement of it all.
I expect my mum had knitted an outfit for my doll, Brenda, she always did. Brenda's demise was ultimately tragic, her face was rubber and it perished revealing a load of sawdust(how damaging must that have been for my psyche) but she was replaced by Susan (yes really, some of us loved the name!) and Anne.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure if whatever had been the latest craze was out there I'd have wanted it, but life wasn't like that in 1957.
It's the ball and the beads I remember, that and feeding the milkman's horse.Life was that simple.