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
Today’s Special Project. Sometimes, I think I go a bit far with things. My mother used to say that, “You always go too far with things and then get fed up. This’ll just be another fad.” That was after I gave up tap dancing and wanted to join the Brownies. Anyway, on with the show.… Continue reading Books