This is me when I was little. The doll's name was Maryanne. Maryanne came to a sticky end when my father backed over her head in his station-wagon. She was lying in the driveway at the time. I don't know why. Perhaps she was cloud-watching? She was never the same after that. Her face spread in all directions and she literally had eyes in the back of her head. I thought a haircut might help. It didn't.

Me with my dad and brothers on holiday in Ocean Grove, 1966. The dog's name was Butch. He was a very cool dog. He eventually died of a heart attack. But he was pretty old by then.