I saw my precious goddaughter Evie recently, and gave her her birthday presents. I’d made matching dresses for her and her birthday dolly, also called Evie.

Now, Evie is (and, I suspect, always will be) the kind of girl who would look fab in a potato sack, but I did think this really suited her, and I showed the picture to my Mum. (Mum had added to dolly-Evie’s wardrobe with a knitted coat, hat, and hoodie. I’d made some other clothes too, so that dolly is ready for anything.)

A couple of days later Mum found this picture of me and my dolly.

My Grandma knitted that cardigan for her.

This pair of photographs makes me very, very happy.