Dear Mr. Yesenin

Whilst being issued an elusive dose of insomnia at my parents house during Christmas, I perused through the family photos. Not for nostalgia, but for a bedtime story. I would use all my faculties and avoid all temptations to guess at what was going on this particular day with these very particular people. Often the work had already been done - on the back were dates and notes etc.
The first is of my Grandmother and her sister on Sunday Feb 10th just before a formal dance. Sorry about the quality - I don't have a scanner. The next is of Grandma and my mother in Manchester England, where she was unwillingly born in a taxi.

Yours ever,
Thomas