A couple of weeks ago, my good friend and former housemate Shirley was sorting through a box in her shed and found my old christening mug tucked in among her things. We last shared a house around 28 years ago, and neither of us had any idea she still had it.
It is looking very shiny now after hubby attacked it with a polishing cloth.
Then tonight, Mum messaged to say she had found the little gold bracelet I wore as a baby. It had disappeared years ago, when I was still a toddler.
Two tiny pieces of my childhood, unexpectedly finding their way back to me.
