Not much to write about
today…I seem to be saying or at least writing that a lot latel. Bu tit is true.
I got up early to write,
leaving The Man snoozing in our nice warm bed. I’m trying to turn the basic
info that I know about my paternal grandparents into a story. I Keep coming up against
brick walls. For example according to the 1911 census granny was living with an
aunt and her occupation was a worker in a jam factory. There were a couple of jam factories in the area
Mortons and Cross and Blackwell. The
address on the census is at Victoria Docks, but these days there is no street
there of that name.
That area has
considerable changed since then and so the street may well not exist.
I want my writing to be
historically accurate which had me off on a tangent this morning leaving the writing
behind and getting more and more side tracked.
Despite
the fact that the weather was a bit grotty we popped out to our now favourite
eatery at Crystal Palace called Alistairs. They do a very nice all day brekky
and pancakes to die for. The price is right too.
Fed
and watered we hopped on a 249 but to go visit some friends to wish them a
merry Christmas. It was nice spend some time with them.
Now
we are tucked up cosy and warm in our little flat and I am about to go put a
pizza in the cooker for our tea.
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