Good News

In and out. No return for two weeks. Hospital seemed not as bleak as we roared away. Two little words.....Two weeks was all that was needed to put a lead in our pencil and a skip skip in our hearts. Ok where next?

Rochford Market>>>>>>>>>

Huge peaches even huger tomatoes, friendly bag man wishing us a very un-English 'nice day'. Still his prices are very reasonable.

Next stop you know what...Mum buying yet MORE blouses, and moi buying just one retro 1970's boho flower power peace loving smock. Oh man it was love at first feel. I HAD to own it. And so after no deliberation AT ALL handed over £3 to Mary.

Gleadells the Butchers our next hang out.
Wherein I bought stuff in two stages.
First stage...half a pound of liver and three rashers of loose back, paid up bagged it then eyed up the homespun wooden shelves where I clung to a jar of shop made BREWER'S REAL ALE CHUTNEY. £2:48. The man butcher who served me was extremely dreamy, was something about his flop of egg white hair, most charming. Slightly Dickensian. Nose fat, lips full and with hands the size of spades.
And those hands then picked up my final purchase...a Scotch Egg.


While I shopped mum leant against the butcher's window, I glanced occasionally to make sure she hadn't been mugged or fallen out but she sat staring at the square which was packed with an even share of men and women all in their own private worlds buying lighters and veg and rugs and lipstick and dishcloths and gold chains. I felt at home.


Then I left Gleadells and we went to Greggs for mum's usual. A large hot 85p sausage roll served by Lindah, a character. 46 ish I'd say. She's alright is Lindah. 5ft 10. Dyed brunette hair slung back in hair net. Ruddy skin. Blue eyes under thick untweezered brows. Pale red lips with bitten patches. Doesn't look the nervous sort. Shoulders? Does she do weights I thought. A happy hello darlin demeanour. Salt of the earth. Engaging and polite.

Then into the RSPCA shop where Sue was shelving donations. Mum found...another blouse a Jacque Vert so that's why it cost £4. Only 50 + Sue thought it too steep so knocked orf a quid. Sue's my fav now.... but on first sight looks like she'd gladly rip the head of ya if ya took liberties. I paid up and ran out.

And so.....home now to a baking session, my Scotch egg and the Olympics:)

A pal of mine sent me a newspaper cutting.... a recipe for a banana loaf, it looks so yum I'll be making it the weekend. Thanks Terry!




Today has been kindly, and I not only love kindly days but appreciate them also.