I’m going through paperwork, trying to work out our finances. In order to do this, I decided to clear out the expanding file that’s been taking up space on top of the dresser in the dining room. I found a printed out email, dated 28 Jun 2001.
Text is:
Sorry, mad day as usual!!!
Address.
Directions.
Phone number.
See you anytime after 6.30am
ps I’ll cook Hannibal lunch.
It’s the email arranging the first play date Big had with her best friend from nursery at his house – we haven’t seen them now for over a year since they moved to Nottingham and he went to school down there. Hannibal refers to the fact that she used to bite him. (Only him and me, no one else.) and the 6.30 bit is obvious to anyone else having experienced toddlers.
Amazing where you find memories, isn’t it?
