The attic photos continue to deliver surprises.
One of the photos is of me with my then boyfriend. I am 16 (possibly just turned 17). Obviously I am thin, with long slim legs. I have a beautiful slim neck.
I sent it to Miss Teen, who is now the same age as I was then.
But what made me put the photo to one side is just how naturally happy I look. Big, happy, smile. Mouth, face, eyes, all smiling and happy. Nothing forced, no nervousness, no self doubt, no guile, nothing.
It is possibly the only picture of me as an adult that I really like. (Apart from the fact it has an old boyfriend in).
I've tried smiling like she smiles, and it looks like a grimace.
It was such a long time ago.
For a moment, I wished I could be her again, just for a bit. Just at that instant, perhaps. But with my husband next to me.
