Tears for souvenirs

September 2011:
Earlier on the first day at her new school granddaughter Verity Hope posed for the camera in her new school uniform with an air of determination. 
About to take those first tiny steps on the slippery slope to independence, she is as yet unaware of the full extent of what is to come, but pluckily determined to face the future  stoically.

Her talents are considerable, as a result of both nature and nurture. She reads three letter words, writes her own name, and this afternoon counted to a trillion!



Like many children, apprehensive of her separation from the loving womb of mummy Rachel, sister Harri’, daddy Brian and the rest of her supportive family, she was initially tearful at the boarding gate. Haven’t we all been there?



Before then she cuddled and kissed Mummy – isn’t that what they’re for? 
And then off she boldly strode where no man had strode before. To School. 


Lynne and I are so pleased to have had an input into her development thus far, and hope to continue to play a part as she develops her potential.

So bring on the boys. Already she runs like a panther, plays football like Pele, and paints like Vincent van Gough. So if the boys play their cards right she’ll show them how to  kick and run, spell, and paint

Verity is numero uno, but numero due, Harri is just 2 years behind.

So if you’re a boy, be sure not to mess with Harri. If you do she’ll bop you on the head!

Published by Rob

Now 70, I'm getting back into website development and brand protection, as well as showcasing the delightful artistic talents of my beautiful wife Lynne. My projection will encompass a lifetime of database marketing, as well as the Christian democratic socialist ideals of my wife and I.

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