my mum just dropped off some of my things she uncovered whilst unpacking after her great move.

in it is a scrapbook of birthday cards and letters and faxes (i forgot how much my family used to FAX each other. no pun intended there, really).

I found a birthday card from Karen! OMG!

And many from my family, still with my Dadadadad’s writing on them.

Some from my Grandfather Len. Still with his writing on them. I lived for those cards some years.

And then, one from Aunty Fay.

And it struck me. Aunty Fay is my Godmother.

I have no idea where she is.