I was thinking about this recently. I remember vividly seeing a photo of my dad when he was on National Service, in Egypt. Sat outside a tent as the sun set.

I asked my mam if she had the photo, but she said she didn't know which one I meant. I've only got one photo of my dad, one he took for his passport.

Actually, it must have been for the passport he needed to go on his holiday to Austria with mam, where he had a heart attack and died.

I'm not sure I'll ever look at that little square of photo in the same way ever again.