Hymn from a village

Jan 10, 2016 22:53

One one day or another during the week, I returned home to discover that the street smelled faintly of coal fires and rather more strongly of fish and chip shops. Since there was also an overlay of salt air from the Bristol Channel, it all worked rather nicely. It also reminded me of visiting The Aunts. They weren't my aunts, they were mum's, which ( Read more... )

antiques roadshow, history is a bunk-up, completely unspoiled by progress

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kathbad January 10 2016, 23:23:02 UTC
Love this. Love the social changes which mean crowns/bridges/etc. mean getting under/behind false teeth is rarely a thing now.

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hirez January 10 2016, 23:30:50 UTC
Thank you.

I have a companion piece brewing that circles round my discovering that you can buy single jam jars with 'Home-made marmalade' screen printed on them. I can't begin to even.

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nisaba January 11 2016, 03:37:38 UTC
Hipster has gone full circle and devoured itself.

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athenais January 11 2016, 06:23:13 UTC
This was quite a nice trip back in time. Reminded me of visiting my Aunt Pearl in the country house her husband built her that had gradually been surrounded by the city. I found it so amazing, being a child of the suburbs, that she had an orchard right there in the middle of Portland. Certain fruits in autumn remind me of it.

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ms_siobhan January 11 2016, 11:46:10 UTC
Lovely :-)

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