One of my favourite signs of autumn… I love brambles. They remind me of childhood and custard. Another picture for my 365 Project. (I know that we seem to call them blackberries now, but I’m sticking with the word I grew up with).
An almost audible cyber-sigh passes around Facebook on Sunday teatimes when one of the Class of 1988 announces that they’ve put line-dried sheets on the bed and will be turning in early. Someone fanatically houseproud chimes in to say that they’ve ironed their bed linen, and we laugh through a debate about which of us… Continue reading Class of 1988
I’m from a lifetime of Marks and Spencers underwear, from last season’s clothes bought on sale and from the dizzy limit of wealth being enough spare cash to buy a jacket from Jaeger. I’m from a favourite cousin’s hand-me-down sailor dress, and from a family of women who each in turn convinced themselves that they… Continue reading Where I Am From
This is a re-post of an old pic, taken as part of the Going Home post here. I was just looking through old bits and pieces and realised that this fits the bill perfectly, as well as bringing back some lovely memories.
(For the 365 Project that I’m taking part in, and for the Weekly Photo Challenge : Old over at the Daily Post) Raggity is about as far in my past as its possible to get. She slept with me in my first little cot when I was a baby, and the earliest recording of me… Continue reading From My Past (10 of 365)
The smell of lard hit me the minute I stepped off the train. There are many things that I miss about my home town, but the fat they fry their chips in isn’t one of them. I walked to the church, smiling and laughing and turning around to take another glance at vans and shops… Continue reading Going Home
My parents weren’t great lovers of what they referred to as ‘plastic rubbish’. They also kept us on constant alert to possible scams, operating on the principle that if something sounded too good to be true, then it very probably was. I don’t know quite what happened to change their minds when my naughty little… Continue reading Griffin Savers