Saturday snapshot: Trailer trash.

Actually, that's not fair. It was a perfectly delightful family holiday. In a caravan park. In about 1980 by the looks of things.

It's just the way I'm hiding behind my sister like a little savage. And the way she has the dog on a piece of string, not a lead. 

I'm not even going to mention the clothes I'm wearing. Like I said, it was 1980 or something. 

Check out the Saab. Sweet.

A big huzzah to my baby sister.

She is 18 today and that is awfully clever. Not only is she my baby sister, but she is the babiest one of all six of us. That has to be a bit tough. I do think the poor wee thing must have had to fight a bit to get heard. But she totally has her own voice and she is awesome.

I do wish I could embarrass her with baby pictures, but they are in England and me and my scanner are in Norway, so these will have to do.

Taking a hot chocolate break, a million years ago.

Such a cute little white bunny.

Hanging with the firemen, maybe 3 years ago.

Ice cool in Berlin, March 2012.

Happy Birthday Sweetpea, you rock. 

Saturday snapshot: in which you get more than one and I threaten my loved ones. By mistake. I am almost sure of that.

This is a lovely picture of my husband and baby sister standing in one of Berlin's celebrated and delightful courtyards.

Then something changed, I think I wanted them to turn around for a shot, but got kind of grumpy faces instead.

Apparently I didn't like that...