I found this old sheet of Pixie Photos the other day. What a lot of trouble the poor guy must have had getting me to smile. I vaguely remember the day. For months Mum had been in and out of hospital with ovarian cyst ops and I'd been moved from Baboushka to Nanna and Poppa's and back again, getting the distinct impression I was a bit of a trouble. Very clingy and tearful when Mum did get home again, and all the photos at that time show me very close to her, hanging onto her coat, and looking very serious. Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!*
*West Side Story.