Thanks, I do that but it is a fag to put username in then my password exactly right but not accepted !
No idea why it happens from time to time.
Not complaining really R,C has been such a boon especially during lockdown.
I am very grateful for it.
Well we used to pick mushrooms in the fields, among sheep poo, cow poo etc,
so did peel them .
The undersides were not really touching it but they were washed anyway!
I used to pick a shoebox full and post it to my Dad, arrived next day in Manchester from the back of beyond ie the foot of the Stiperstones Hills.
How’s that for postage, late 1940’s - 50’s.
Actually we picked watercress too ,from a stream running through sheep pastures, how we did not get Liver Fluke I do not know!
Got some watercress last week, but a pale imitation of what it used to be,no peppery flavour,grown in Hampshire too,.
A dark wet day here , I have a choice , ironing, cleaning , baking ( cheese and onion pie for tea) etc.
Must phone my little friend, her daughter was supposed to travel down from Cumbria yesterday but did not arrive, I can imagine she is affected by the extensive flooding so won’t mention that to my friend, poor soul has more than enough to worry about .
Daughter trying to plan Christmas, I am torn two ways, go to Suffolk but then don’t see eldest son, or stay here see him and wife of course and miss seeing my daughter, her kind husband and Flash Harry and Kyra,( the one baby demolition squad! )
Grand son and partner (the children’s lovely mummy,) daughter too and her boyfriend.
Oh dear, weather may dictate but that will be too late to plan , so I must think seriously.
I think to go to Suffolk might be the answer as I can see my other son in Bolton almost anytime ,I am old and doddery so Suffolk and an old cottage with stairs little better than a ladder and a downstairs bathroom may soon be beyond me.
I feel guilty though as my son in Bolton is still not really well and he has always done so much to help.
He might prefer a quiet Christmas ,has more tests in the offing etc.
we can New Year together ,just the four of us, my lodger aka number two son ,number one son and his pleasant wife and me—— if I am still alive!
New Year was always like Christmas just no presents.
Oh I wish they were all young again ,hanging up their stockings etc.
I am not in Ukraine or Gaza ,on the streets, or deep in debt ,very ill, etc etc,
so get yourself sorted Viktoria.
I will I will I promise.
Such small problems by comparison .
Look after yourselves folks ,you all mean a lot to me.
Viktoria.
