Friday, 5 November 2010

Lest we forget....

Please wear your poppy with pride on Armistice Day

It's Remembrance Day on November 11th, which happens to be my birthday too, so I'm not likely to forget what to me is an important occasion.  There has been talk recently of this tribute falling into oblivion, given that survivors of World War 2 are growing very elderly. I very much hope that this will not be the case, and doubt that family and friends of dead and injured military will allow it to.  On a purely personal basis, my father was a Desert Rat with the 8th Army and was badly injured in the forehead by shrapnel in North Africa.  Although he survived physically he has been affected by it ever since.  He is still going strong at 91 and considers himself very lucky.  I also lost my Uncle Freddy, who was hit by a German submarine torpedo while serving on HMS Voltaire.  He was only 19.  Just a few months later, my Auntie Gladys was killed in Marks and Spencer in Eastbourne when it was hit by a bomb.  The plane then turned round and strafed the survivors with machine gun fire.  I never had the pleasure of knowing my father's siblings, and the effect on my grandparents must have been dreadful.
Many, many innocent people the world over have been affected by wars and have similar tales to tell.  Will we ever know true peace?
If you would like to show support for British soldiers injured whilst serving in Afghanistan and Iraq, you can make a contribution to the worthwhile charity Help for Heroes.  Here is a link to a fund raising site where my wonderful son-in-law Stuart Cooke and his friends recently completed the tortuous 3 Peaks Challenge.

Within a 24 hour period, they climbed the highest mountains of Scotland, England and Wales. This time limit included sleeping and travelling from one mountain to the next.  Apparently one of the worst aspects (apart from pouring rain on Mt. Snowdon and thick fog on Sca Fell Pike) was the rickety, uncomfortable and noisy minivan!

Sca Fell Pike


Ben Nevis

We will remember them.

Monday, 2 August 2010

A woman's work is never done.

Part 1 
Monday morning blues

Such a lot of washing to do every Monday, it's no wonder my hands are so dry and sore.
I shall rub some Snowfire in - that should do the trick.  My mother used to swear by it.

And once the clothes are dry, there's still all that starching, ironing and goffering to do!

Is it my imagination, or is it only me and Mrs. Tiggywinkle who goffer these days?
Do YOU goffer? 

If only I could fast forward a few decades, they're bound to have a lot more choice in the 1950s!


Ah, that will make life easier!
Wearing these will save my hands too.

And to make everything so much quicker, what I really, really want is......

One of those new fangled washing machines with a combined mangle!  Bliss! 
Oh, and her pinny, and her curtains.

I hope your wash days are a lot less stressful!

Monday, 12 July 2010

The perfect accessory - antique lavatory paper!

Evening all!

I've been sorting through numerous boxes of crap vintage clutter today and found an authentic accompaniment for my Edwardian loo! It's a full box of 600 sheets of toilet paper, circa 1920/30. (No, I haven't counted them - the box just feels full)

Mind you, if the dreaded D & V virus strikes again, I'll get through the whole packet in under a week.

Why do they call it Bronco do you suppose?  Is it because your bum feels as though you've been riding one after you've used it?

Sunday, 11 April 2010

My latest purchase!

You can be forgiven for thinking I’ve gone!

But I’m flushed with joy and have gone quite potty over my newest acquisition!

Would you like to be privy to this wondrous thing?

OK, I’ll stop talking crap and get to the point!

It’s going in here….

And will stand close to this…

Tiddle dee dee!

It’s an Edwardian loo complete with wondrous floral decorations that are the perfect colour match for my bathroom! I’ve been looking out for one of these for several years, but they don’t come up very often and are usually blue and white. Which I love of course, but they’re very expensive and obviously not the right colour.

So this had to be snapped up at the bargain price of £41! Oh, and petrol to Gillingham and back. A packet of Milliput will take care of the chips, and my friendly handyman, who is quite used to my eccentricities, will plumb it in. And if it doesn't work then it becomes an eye catching plant pot in the garden!

All I need now is a basin to match! Watch this space in another 5 years.

P.S. I don’t usually stoop to lavatory humour.

Friday, 2 April 2010

Happy Easter to everyone

New kid on the blog

Please be gentle with me! This is my first posting of my new blog, and all of a sudden I feel terribly nervous, as though I have an audience! I should know better of course. Having read lots of homely blogs by ladies who love to create and collect gorgeous vintage, it's obvious just how friendly this area of Blogworld is.