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Category Archives: Memories
This is nothing to do with our beautiful red roses, but something else to treasure and remind us of departed loved ones. It’s hard to believe it’s two years ago that our neighbour’s husband passed away and it has been … Continue reading
Sadje is our host for the Sunday Poser, and my answer to her question is YES!! I still wear the crucifix given to me by Bro and his first wife when they married in 1965. It is joined by a … Continue reading
Welcome to Jim’s musical challenge! Here are the revised “rules”: • Try to use the prompt words or at least conform to a general theme, as you see it. If the song you select does not meet the criteria, then … Continue reading
One of the perks of working for the American Bank was the Christmas Hamper. Each member of staff received one on Christmas Eve, and the contents were always good quality yummies, including a bottle of sparkling wine, one bottle of … Continue reading
Let me take you back to a post about taking the in-laws out to lunch. You can find the entire post here Here is an extract that denotes our impromptu action that day Walking down the High Street towards the … Continue reading
My Dad had a wacky sense of humour, and he was one of the best. He was always there for me, and even if I did something daft (like move in with a guy and his two kids for nearly … Continue reading
You are never far from my mind, How can you not be When the face that looks back at me Is you. My eyes are your eyes, The crinkles at the corners, The flecks, and that sparkle When they catch … Continue reading
About this time sixteen years ago we were sorting out sleeping arrangements. I had a duvet and pillows on the floor in the lounge, Hubby had the bed. The nameless Puppy was tucked up in a drawer pilfered from the … Continue reading
Originally posted on pensitivity101:
It was mother in law’s birthday, and as Hubby was away on a course, I thought I’d take her out to lunch. I gave her the choice of venue, knowing she liked the local carvery, and…