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August 03 God Bless Harvy NicholsI am sure that my email to Harvey Nichols will not amount to a hill of beans, but when I read in the news that they had decided on moral grounds to stop stocking Foie Gras, I just had to contact them to say thank you. No matter what the top chefs say about the taste, it is inexcusable to force feed these poor geese until their eyes almost pop out of their heads just to ensure that they have grossly oversized livers with which foie gras is made. So here’s hoping Harvey Nichol’s example will be a beacon to all those other posh food retailers out there.
So folks here we are already 3 days into August. Where did the last 7 months go? Can’t believe it is 3 months since we were in Poland, no plans for a summer jolly this year but we are off to Scotland again in October. The bairn had her 27th birthday last Sunday, and to celebrate she had a bit of a do on Saturday evening. Her friends arrived nearly all in fancy dress and looked great, though I think Nellie the elephant was sweating a bit before half the evening was over. The dad and me stayed for a couple of hours and lost for a fancy dress, I just made us a label each which said; ‘Ooh! We love ceilings we do’. We were of course a pair of ceiling fans! Well I thought it was very clever.
I’m a bit hit and miss at the blogging at the mo because I’m staying a few nights a week with my friend who is recovering well after her triple by-pass. She is on her own and until she feels a lot better there are 3 of us making sure she isn’t alone at nights. She is doing good, but it’s all a bit scary for her at the moment.
Take care out there all you travellers in cyber space. x August 02 Brenda - Barbara? A rose as they say....
This is a re-run from a blog last year sometime, and it is specifically for Brenda who I wasn't in contact with then. Hope you are all good and happy out there. x
I am the youngest of 6, (so that will tell you how ancient the rest of them are). My father really wanted a boy and each of us in turn was to be called Peter, however, along came Sheila, Moira, Patricia, then Flora (who was obviously supposed to be the last as she was named after my mother) then 3 years later Ailsa made an appearance. My poor old mam was not in the greatest of health by this time and it must have been a terrible shock to her to discover she was again pregnant 5 years after Ailsa was born. I arrived on October 3rd 1945 exactly one day before Ail’s birthday; course no-one had bought her a thing poor child, so I was presented to her as a gift! She was even allowed to name me, and she did – Brenda – and this is the name on my birth certificate. Once at school I had a teacher who insisted on calling me Barbara, this was rectified then it was forgotten, and Barbara would be used again, I just got used to it I suppose and so did my friends, so I have a name for friends and a family name. This is strange because the same thing happened to my father who everyone outside of his family knew as Peter, he was actually John Grant.
So, when I was a nipper and my mam wanted me for some errand or whatever, there was always a liturgy of all my sister’s names spouted before she eventually reached one of mine, by which time I was off, usually out of the little bedroom window onto the flat porch roof below, a quick step onto the trellis fence then away, out of earshot so that I could genuinely say I hadn’t heard when she called. What a bad child! |
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