'The Hour' are doing a new fun feature on the programme about photos from the past, those dreaded kiddie pix that lurk in a drawer or album never to see the light of day.
Well the producer called me yesterday and said that all the experts had to bring in one of their old photos for the show.
A mad rummaging session then followed as I delved boldly into the Box Under The Bed. I haven't opened this box for about ten years, what secrets did it hold?
There were so many packets of photos of Idgy as a little girl, holidays and sunshine, snowballs and sledges. Baby smiles and first day at school. Pictures of my family, Mum and Dad always arm in arm, always a smile. Black and white, full colour, no matter, always the same. Photos of pets from the past, oh the lump in the throat. Friends long forgotten, some newly returned to my life. School phots best forgotten, memories put away.
One thing I did notice though that really held true. I was never as fat as I always thought I was. Okay in the last 15 years since we moved here I really piled on the weight and went up to a size 20 and looked hellish. But before that I looked fine. All those years of thinking I was so fat and seeing myself as such, all that self loathing, all that sadness. Goodness it just took time and a few photographs to look back and realise that I was never that bad afterall, in fact I looked pretty damn good.
Opening that box didn't just bring back a flood of memories, it laid a ghost to rest. It put the past to bed once and for all. I am SO glad I opened The Box Under The Bed last night. I think I'll take time now and then to filter through the box and scan in pictures, frame some and hold memories instead of hiding them away.
The top pic is only half of the story, this is the whole photo. Just look at that gap toothed grin, my brother! Slightly dodgy hairdo there bro, and as for my knitwear selection, round necks have never been me.
Go on, dig out your old photo box. Take a delve back into the past. You might surprize yourself and find a great big handful of unexpected joy.
PS So glad I'm not the only soppy Dobby fan, and that there are many more of us sobbing over a fictional elf.