Very early days of a budding writer

This is for when I'm famous. (Insert hollow laughter)

Here is the earliest surviving piece of my writing, produced when I was three years old.

See how I carefully drew the straight lines for myself! My aunt (Joan, but we always called her Aunty Bone) even managed to read some of it.

And here is me at about the same time...I'm the one with my fingers up my nose, clutching the dolly.  So little changes...

Also featured, my parents, my older sister Jane and my younger brother David.

Don't you DARE say 'Oooh, doesn't Caroline look like her mother!'

(Actually, I'm not sure why I always considered that such an insult...)


Happy days, long ago.