POOR GIRL!
Pictured above with the angelic smile is Emily, niece of me and obviously daughter of my big brother and his lovely wife. For some time now, people, they know who they are, have commented how much Emily is like me 'when I was young' - I can sort of see it, she is a bit cheeky, a bit rum and also rather cute!
The pinnacle moment for me, when I realised how much like me she was, was upon viewing this picture - there has been a mix up at the mouth factory, we have matching mouths (and matching eye bags, there is an explanation for those!) The poor poor girl, how must she feel when people say to her 'oh, you are just like your Aunty C' - it's enough to send anyone over the edge!
I was listening with interest to a radio programme the other day, there was some old fuddy duddy bleating on about having a 'favourite child' - whether its the first born or the last born, or in some awkward persons case the 4th born! It made me think back to the arrival of my nieces.

I remember with infinite detail, sitting outside the ward, with an oversized yellow fluffy duck, when Abigail (pictured right) was born, I was almost wetting myself with excitement. That was just the start of the obsession really. When we moved house, I found at least 40 packets of photographs, just of Abi, sitting, smiling, sleeping, giggling, crying, looking, eating, colouring.. anything she possibly did, I had a picture of her doing it - and more besides. Now, Emily - there honestly aren't half as many photographs - which leads me to think, I am guilty of having a favourite - but this can't be so!

My brother and his brood are to visit us this weekend, which will be most pleasant - I will check with them about the alleged favouritism - and see if they have noticed it, or have indeed been guilty of it themselves.