Woofs are safely deposited at the kennels and they both rushed off quite happily to the pens.
While I'm away, I thought you might enjoy reading one of the life stories which form part of my conference paper. M's story of loss and recovery.
We spent our summers on the beach. I remember mom's bathing costume, skirted for modesty.
On 2 June 1953 Princess Elizabeth was crowned in Westminister Abbey, London as Elizabeth II. South Africa was still a member of the Commonwealth and we were all avid royalists. I am adamant I can remember crowding around our only wireless with my parents to listen to the hushed proceedings. But maybe that memory is just based on the anecdotes my parents told me about the great event. For years, I used to refer to Our Queen, much to my husband's chagrin. "What on earth do you mean our Queen? We're a republic! "
Here is a sketch of Norman Hartnell's wonderful gown designed for HRH.
More memories tomorrow.