The
Man has bought himself a new toy…
No
not of the bedroom variety…It’s a metal detector.
Well he’s been looking
for something apart from me to occupy
his time when we do finally get back to new Zealand. So to that end he’s been
reading and talking to people about these gadgets before finally making a
decision about which one would best do the things he wants. All he needs now is
a few fine days to get out in out communal back yard to practice.
What
better thing to do on a very chilly Friday evening than to wander around the London Ice Sculpting festival. It was a shame that
the breezy evening followed a relatively mild day which had the ice melting way
too fast and rounding the sharp contours of the creations.
It
was a beautiful blue sky day when we, or should I say I got up leaving the Man
to snooze a bit longer. So while he snoozed I hit the computer and got on with
writing about my grandfather’s war. I don’t have his personal diary, that would
be too much to ask for. What I do have is a copy of the diary of his regiment, and from
that I am building a picture of what his time on the western Front might have
been like. But you’ll have to wait a bit longer to read about that
Later
we went to Bromley to do a bit of shopping . The bus went past a pub called The Pawleyne Arms…really it is spelled
like that. Doesn’t it look odd. We also
went past a little Chinese takeaway called Auntie Mays…Goodness that brought
back a memory. No not the takeaway, the name.
Back
in the dark ages when TV was in black and white there was TV commercial for a brand of cakemixer called
a Kenwood. It had a couple of kids in it who were looking over a table full of
goodies created using the mixer and the catch phrase was ‘I like going to
Auntie Mays.’ Well when my father’s run brought him past our house, he was
a driver at that time he would drop in for morning or afternoon tea. If I’d
been baking, and I often did back then, that’s what he’d say that to me.
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