Sunday, 20 January 2019

Ruby and tea...

When we got up this morning, the outside temperature was -4.9C.

The other day, I had 3 ladles of vegetable soup left over and used it to make an evening meal. I added some paprika and chilli, plus some Quorn chunks. Pasta was cooked, soup added and a generous topping of cheese went on top:
We both enjoyed it.

DB was feeling cold, in his back yesterday afternoon, so decided to squat against the tall dining room radiator. Ruby thought it was a good idea:
She is a right character!

Saturday, 19 January 2019

My other nana

Was Nana J. Again, we didn’t see much of her. Her husband was also not particularly nice. Odd things I remember was their outdoor ‘toilet’, in a shed. It had two holes with two buckets underneath. When full, granddad would dig a deep hole near the veggie patch, tip them in and cover them over with soil. Black gold he called it, telling me that in a year, it would go on the garden as compost. They also had an inside toilet, upstairs, but we weren’t allowed to use it, or even go upstairs.

In their hardly used front room, was a brown wooden jewellery box. When you lifted the lid, a ballerina in a pink tutu twirled around whilst music played.

The kitchen was small, which you entered straight from the back door. The cooker was opposite and I remember bursting in one day, nearly knocking her flying. She was bent down peering into the oven, checking on some baking dumplings. I found that weird as the dumplings we ate were always simmered on top of the stew, inside the pan.

So few memories:(

Friday, 18 January 2019


Someone was discussing long life milk and I immediately thought of my Nana B. She only had milk in the form of Clover. It came in a glass bottle with a red metal cap, delivered every morning via the milkman. It was a full cream uht milk and I didn’t like it at all.

I didn’t see much of either of my nana’s when I was growing up, but out of the two, she was my favourite. She had thin, flowing white hair with a very visible pink head. Her face was smooth in the centre but very wrinkly around the edge and she had lots of laughter lines around her blue eyes.

She was neither too large nor too slim, wide hips, but her boobs lived at her waist which I found fascinating as a child.

She had had a very hard life. My granddad, who died years before I was born, was by all accounts, not a nice man.

She died when I was 17 and I wish I had seen more of her but life just got in the way.