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I was a nurse too, but a long time ago as I was lucky having 4 children and husband wanted me to be a full time mother. Now I'm a grandmother of 6 with 2 more on the way.
Fairhaven looks really lovely, Dove. Don't know when we'll be in Norfolk again. OH had a lovely friend who lived in Norfolk, Charles Boldero, but he's died so we won't be visiting any more. He wrote books on country walks.
Have spent the day helping son and his OH (expecting a baby!) clean up their new house after the builders and electricians. Was filthy! then took us out to a restaurant for a late lunch. My hands are aching now with all the washing and wiping.
It was absolutely tipping down when I fed the horses this morning, got wet through to my knickers, mac couldn't cope.
Son and his OH coming tonight. Doing Chinese meal which he loves.
Great list Bill. It was certainly like that in France when we moved here in '85 and still was for years later. Shall quote you for anyone who didn't see it.
otnorot but just call me Bill wrote (see)
This was just sent to me from the UK. EATING IN THE UK IN THE FIFTIES Pasta had not been invented.Curry was a surname.A takeaway was a mathematical problem.A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.Brown bread was something only poor people ate.Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cookingTea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle.Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.Only Heinz made beans.Fish didn't have fingers in those days.Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.Healthy food consisted of anything edible.People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy.Indian restaurants were only found in India.Cooking outside was called camping.Seaweed was not a recognized food."Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food.Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.Prunes were medicinal.Surprisingly, muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed.Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it they would have become a laughing stock.The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties ... was elbows!
This was just sent to me from the UK.
They are in dappled shade, perhaps the summers here are just too hot and dry, though I do water the beds.
My lawn is too wet, I'm leaving it until spring when I'll use moss killer and fertiliser.
I have 2 Bergenia in different places from different sources, one really old, the other is about 3 and neither has ever flowered. Don't know why. The leaves aren't very big either.
So do I, oh dear.
So pretty Marion. My snowdrops aren't really out yet. Nothing is. The daphne has pink buds though, it's new, haven't had one before. Looking forward to smelling it. What are the pink flowers in your vases?