55 in 2014. Chester. Mother of teenager, part-time English teacher, still married to Paul. Missing my father who died in November last year.
48, 2007. This photo of me and Kate aged 8 was taken on holiday to Venice. We'd moved to Chester in 2001- Paul's job again - and I'd spent a bit of time as a full-time mum before returning to part-time teaching. Here I am enjoying life again after a bout of serious illness in 2006. Loved being a mother, but missing my own mother who died in 2004.
41 (Well actually still 40 here), 2000. Diss, Norfolk. Evening of the Millennium. A happy time - the baby we'd hoped for eventually arrived.
34, 1993. Actually I think this photo might be 1994. We'd moved again my then to East Anglia with Paul's job. I'm with my mother at UEA Norwich receiving my MA in Education. Career success - I was about to start a new job as Head of English at Stowmarket High School. But not a happy time - longing for a baby but no success.
27, 1986. Saltersland Presbyterian Church and then Moyola Lodge, Castledawson. I got married to Paul who was from Liverpool and the friend of my sister's boyfriend. I had been teaching English, a bit of French and some Drama since 1984, after a short spell of working for travel companies in London which I hated. Office work not for me. Started to teach in London then moved to Luton where we could afford to buy a house. It cost £25,000 and had one bedroom. We sold it a couple of years later for twice this and moved to Burnley in 1988.
20, 1979 Photo taken in Paris on Bastille night. I was spending six months there as part of my joint degree course in English and French at Salford University. I had a great time but didn't learn much French as I spent all my time with English friends, also in Paris. Sadly I've lost touch with these two. Those purple dungarees were my favourite item of clothing at the time. Oh dear!
14, 1972 Ballyronan. With sisters Diane and Pamela. Actually it can't be 1972 as Pamela looks about 3 so it's more like 1974. But it's the closest I could get. Note the 'bell bottom' trousers as we called them. I was studying for my 'O' Levels at the Rainey Endowed School in Magherafelt. But I was more interested in hanging around the marina in Ballyronan with my cousin Lorna looking for boys.
7, 1965 On holiday in Portrush. I'm on the right with my sisters Diane and Sylvia, the one sticking her tongue out. This photo clearly illustrates our family roles: I was the good girl (look at how I am crossing my arms); she was the naughty one.
That's taken me all morning: dog unwalked, bathroom not cleaned, garden unmowed. Would anyone like to join in my 55 down project? If I was clever with technology I could set up a linky thing. But I'm not, so I'll leave it to you.