You’re the reason I love to spend so much time at the computer Sally, and people like you of course. Nicer people I couldn’t hope to meet and in who’s company I’d rather be. Thank you for taking me into your home and bringing me such superb company today, I’ve taken you into my heart. xxx Massive Hugs xxx
My memory of Christmas past is of my father and the 12.45 rule that was strictly adhered to throughout my childhood and teenage years.
My father cooked the Christmas lunch for as long as I could remember which would be from about age four or five. We lived on Hoad’s Hill which was on the main road into the village of Wickham from Portsmouth and Fareham. My mother had been brought up in the village from the age of five. Her father had been killed in the last week of the First World War when she was just 18 months old and my grandmother had worked as a seamstress and eked out the small war pension that she was awarded. Eventually she returned to Hampshire where her mother’s family farmed and to be close to her father and sisters in Gosport.
My grandmother married the master butcher Norman Welch whose…
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