“Oh bligger blugger!” I shouted. Looking around to make sure I had not been over heard. My Mum always gave me a clip round the ear for just thinking bad words, even if I didn't say them. I put my hand up to my nose to see if it was bleeding as I had bumped it on the back door in my hurry to call round to see the new kitten.
Sunday morning service is a must for the villagers, if only to be able to witness the dramas of morning service.
After the war the government decreed that children needed a pick me up and thought up the idea of free cod liver oil.
I am sure that cry is heard in many households throughout the world and ours was no different. We all hated washing up - thank goodness for the washing-up machine.
A problem occurred when Lillian held a very public funeral for her cat who I feel was misnamed when she had called him Lucky.
Lillian who by this time was in her late seventies was never one to duck a challenge. She wanted to live dangerously.
Why is it that we always think other people’s eccentric relations are amusing; but when faced with our own, we feel they are millstones around our necks?
A Bit of a Fishy Story
A Public Funeral
Aunt Lillian shows initiative
A relative problem
Everyone Hates Washing Up
Shock Horror!
Aunt Lillian entertains the village