I have to say Happy 82nd Birthday to the Tinker, father of dovegreyreader, almost first-time published author, before I do anything else today.I spent a happy hour in the loft yesterday rummaging amongst the pictures and came across this delightful one of the Tinker with his own grandad.We are assuming that's the shed behind them and not his house but I can't spoil the surprise by asking.I have a feeling Grandad Chester kept pigeons and that might be very fancy avian quarters.That garden looks like his pride and joy and I reckon this must have been taken in about 1930.
The Tinker is of course very special to everyone who knows him and that might be quite a lot of people soon, but here he is with a 2 week old well-packaged and bonneted me.I expect he'd just pegged those nappies out too.
He will always be the one who used to deal with the sharks that I was CONVINCED were swimming under my bed at 3am for weeks after I had watched too much Armand and Michaela Denis on TV.
Then half an hour later he'd be called back in because I was CERTAIN that the folds in the eiderdown were snakes.
Fifteen minutes after that there were DEFINITELY tarantulas everywhere and he'd be back in to catch them all.