It's funny how your memory gets sparked and where that memory will take you. Down rabbits holes of forgotten actions, people and secrets. When I saw words Ob-la-Di-Ob-la-Da tattooed on the arm of a colleague, it made me fly back to 1969 when I was in Year 3, eight years old, blond and tiny. It … Continue reading Ob-la-Di-Ob-la-Da: bringing up memories →