Chocolate and photographs

I met my parents for a snack on the weekend at a lovely place called Rumseys, which is in Wendover (45 minutes from London Marylebone, two minutes walk from Wendover station). It's a chocolate shop (my dad the diabetic loves it) and they make chocolate in there. I'm not kidding - there's a glass window into the chocolaterie place. If you're in the area, definitely go there. It's near my parents' house, there's some fantastic walks and cycle rides nearby tpo assist with the removal of calories or guilt.

Anyway, my parents were completely cool and wonderful. My dad gave me £20! And ate the crust off my lemon pie. My mother gave me some photographs of me as a small person (well, ok, up until I left secondary school) because the video-guy wants to start off the video with some stills of old photographs of us.

Ah, the memories.

There was me and Laura sitting on a fence sharing an ice-cream aged nine or ten (on guide camp!), leering at the camera, and one of my on a bicycle wearing a cagoul. Do you remember cagouls? Waterproofs, elasticated hoods? Well, I used to wear mine with my ears sticking out. When my mother was able to look at me and keep a steady camera (no mean feat when you're wetting yourself) she took a photograph. I might well put that one on the wedding video, for laughs. Or here, even.