.........Had a dawdle around Rochford square this morning. It was almost empty of people. A few old stragglers slowly passing the butchers making their way to the ever popular Greggs but other than that mum and me had the place to ourselves.
What a difference a few days make..On Tuesday the square was so packed you couldn't help brushing shoulders with the elderly.

I picked up two sherry glasses for 60p, a glass amber coloured tea light holder for 70p and for mum a squidgy white handbag with chunky chain.
Other goodies included a dozen old magazines for £1 and a banana yellow 1pt pudding basin.

This shopping trip was difficult for mum on account of the pain in her arm and down her right side, but she wouldn't hear of staying in, in the warm, with me whilst Mr Horsehound fixed the side gate. She wanted to be out and about  in her faux leopard jacket and sensible shoes.
Mother has driven me to overeating and then no eating but I more than admire her tenacity.

She has our evening planned too....
One reaches the stage where it makes sense to accept one's lot and bloody get on with it.

Talking of taking on new things..I've just put an Angel Cake into the oven. Never made it before. But as I read through Mrs Beeton's recipe I thought it sounded light and delicate and rather cute so I found my 6 inch ring tin and had a go.

If it bakes up ok I'll post a pic.

Now I must fly...Mother needs brown bread and marmalade.