You cannot hide the truth, it is there in the middle of your face. It has served me well over the years and my sneezes were always heard, even from a distance. Yes we AngloSwiss tribes were gifted with overlarge noses. My grandfather had one, My dad had one, and although he cannot help it, No. 1 Son also has one. It was always said that I was my dad’s daughter.

Here we are together when I was about 16 years old, although I have more the look of Amy Winehouse and she was not even born then. Unfortunately I could not sing like her. Note dad with his tie. In those days blue jeans and a sweatshirt were not qualified as Sunday best. The family were then visiting his sister and so we dressed up for the occasion. Again note the nose, it was a family thing. Mum also had quite a large nose, so I did not really have a big chance.

We were sitting outside the Wish Tower Restaurant in a place called Eastbourne on the English coast. It is funny how names remain. I had a look in Internet and found the café which still exists, however now under name of Bistro Pièrre, now a French restaurant.

Times change and so do places, but yes, the nose remains.