Saturday, February 05, 2011

39 years ago today

Let's not talk about the rugby, is it?

Not even our lovely new television helped Wales to beat the old enemy. But I could see Johnny Wilkinson's new hair style very well. Makes him look less squeaky clean. But still delicious.

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I went to Mumbles this afternoon to look for birthday presents for Daughter. I didn't find anything but did buy some lovely cheese, olives and nuts.

Mumbles is going very up-market. Some of the 'top shops' are very posh with designer clothes and expensive mirrors framed with driftwood. The shoppers have changed too since I were a girl.

In the deli one very young child was pointing out to her mother, 'Those are my most favourite sort of olives,' and in the candle shop another little girl commented that, 'This candle smells like lemon grass.'

We didn't have lemon grass in my day. And the only olives were those that posh people on tv had on sticks in their Martinis.

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It's 39 years ago today that my mother died. I say this only because it's fact, not because I feel anything. She's been dead twice as long as she was a part of my life.

Now I shall go and see how many points France have run in over Scotland.

3 comments:

Ellee Seymour said...

You must have lost your mum at a very young age, poor you. I'm sure she would be very proud of you.

I wrote a post about the Welsh referendum a few days ago, I'm not sure if it would interest you.

nick said...

The infallible sign of an up-market shop is the lack of price tags on anything. You have to ask the prices and when you find out you're liable to keel over with shock.

Liz said...

I'll have a look later, ellee.

Definitely, nick. I wander in and try to look nonchalantly to see if there's a price tag.