Clutter and oversights

Today we have put all the things that have crept into the wrong rooms back into the right rooms and the result is very nice.

After a while, having achieved rather a lot by the way of rearranging clutter, I got distracted and went through my cupboard of art, photos and scrapbooks. It was a lovely nostalgia trip, looking at our wedding photos and such. M looked through and kept exclaiming about how his ears or his head or how skinny he looked. I think he was rather saucy, and he's still pretty darned tasty now, but anyway... I was quite happy with how I looked in those photos, oh and the earlier ones of my student days and before - I wish I could have seen myself then as I see myself (as I was) now. Is that a coherent sentence? I know what I mean.

Still youth is wasted on the young, innit? (thereby aging myself by about 20 years).

There were also some scrapbooks and photobooks I had spent ages making for S when she was very small, all of her and every little thing she did. I realise I haven't done the same for T, which is dreadful isn't it? In later years he might wonder why. I ought to rectify this glaring omission, if possible. It's not that I don't feel the same about him as I do S, it's just time constraints and they use up all the glue before I get to it and ,er, other weak excuses that aren't going to hold water should a peeved child come to me in later life and demand to know where his scrapbooks are.