My parents have recently moved from a three bedroom family home to a two bedroom flat, as part of the downsize many childhood photos are being unearthed. There are many, many photos of me wearing outfits that I clearly have UTTER DISTAIN for, the above being a fine example, my first communion outfit check those socks out! Yummy. As a kid I seemed to perfect this look of indifference/annoyance/displeasure as there are other photos where clearly the haircut, food, person sat next to me, weather or coat (infamous green coat story in my family, don't ask) don't seem to be to my satisfaction. It's a stitch up! I'm really not that miserable!