What a carry on…

Fountain removals have been very busy of late attempting to render mum’s three storey and seriously jam packed house “zimmer friendly” with a view to dad being sprung from hospital. This has not been a walk in the park. Indeed the occasional walk in the park with the lovely Lyra has been the only thingContinue reading “What a carry on…”

Buried Treasure

Auntie Zee, she of the very excellent cakes, was also a bit of a dab hand at soup. I remember asking her once what one particularly good pot was and she replied “Intlt”. This, she explained, was soup that had whatever was in the pantry tipped into it. Well, I’ve recently been helping mum sortContinue reading “Buried Treasure”