Thank goodness for mothers who hang on to the important stuff. I thought I’d lost the original copy of my Octavia and Vicky story… the story which gave it’s name to this little blog. It’s about a little girl name Vicky, and her friend Octavia, the spider. I wrote it at school when I was five (clearly we hadn’t covered punctuation yet!). I can’t remember if this book was based on a picture book that a teacher read to the class, or if I made it up, but my mum has treasured it for years.
As a grown up, I have now taken possession of this treasure, and take great pride in sharing it with you as I say Thanks Mum!
Translation (edited): One day Vicky was in bed and she heard a noise. She woke up and she saw a spider, so she got a broom and she brang Octavia down. She patted her and they had a good time together. They played together and then she went to bed. The next day they had breakfast. In the afternoon Octavia had lunch but Vicky didn’t have lunch but they were still friends. The End.
This week I’m grateful for Mum. Does your mum hang on to precious memories too?