What was the most useful present you received for your wedding? Not, I suspect one of the three silver toast racks.
Personally, “Stir Up Sunday” has passed me by. Probably because none of us much like Christmas Pudding – that’s the excuse I make when I can’t be bothered.
The countdown to Christmas has begun, with books for presents.
“The more of you the better.” Says BH kindly, when I moan yet again about putting on weight.
It has to be said that ever since trying to make an armature from wooden spills for a replica of Degas’ “Little Dancer”, I’ve been a sucker for sculpture.
BH is safely back at home!
BH is down again, felled like his favourite tree, the hornbeam. Down, yes, but not out.
We should probably refer to Sister Mary David as Mother Prioress of St Cecilia’s Abbey on the Isle of Wight. To us she was always Michele.
Would you rather be Tweeted, Snapchattered, emailed, or Facebooked? Or would you prefer to receive a picture postcard? Remember them?
When our eldest grand-daughter was born in Tokyo and not expected to live, I remember one mother on the ward spent many hours making tiny delicate paper birds which she hung on a string beside her baby’s cot.