The neurologist was really apologetic; he had no idea how close he was to being hugged. I managed to resist whooping and look crestfallen.
On Boxing Day we made a careful list of all our presents and who had given what and to whom we had to write and say thank you. Times have changed.
I have never in my life had 13 different kinds of tea and coffee in the flat. I had no idea they even existed, let alone might find a lodging with me.
“Never despise rabbits in hats,” CS Lewis told my mother.
Recovering from a particularly nasty bout of ‘flu has been like negotiating the lower slopes of the Himalayas wearing large furry bedroom slippers.
My goodness I was lucky! Out of all the girls, when he had the pick of dozens (of his own nationality for starters), he picked me.
A little reflection for Christmas!
Have you been displaced? Slung out of your home with just half-an-hour to collect your things? BH knew all about it; and about arriving here to an uncertain welcome.
BH always advised the “Fruit of the Loins” (as they were known collectively) to take up Accountancy.
We aged ones have been called many things: dustys, crumblies, wrinklies, crinklies, old bats, etc. and many much ruder names I wouldn’t dream of typing. The scoffers forget that very likely they, too, will be an old trout one day.