Yes, my birthday. I was eight years old with all the family in Gravesend, Kent. I am the one behind the cake. My nickname was “Lord Epping” because when I did not get my way I would bounce up the hallway screaming. I would get even madder when my Mum and Dada would just laugh. It’s funny how you remember small details over 60 years later.
Just a short blog! Birthday parties, presents, cards and celebrations are overrated.
I am cutting the cake and my sister, Hazel, is in the front on the right.
Notice the décor, old wallpaper, narrow ties and suspenders.
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