Lost laughter in the breeze*
Where does the time go? Why can I remember so little of it?
*Paul Weller, Town Called Malice
Look at that photograph. The happy smile of a fulfilled, contented dad at the end of a summer’s day. Me and all four kids in our back garden, taken by my lovely wife. I know it was summer because the digital photograph tells me so, (20/06/10 at 10.03 pm) — and I have slippers on in the garden. Any…