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.