I detected a certain curtain of gloom and/or sadness enveloping some in our little Gang over the last couple of days. I trust this is lifting🌻.
Aha, Viscount biscuits, Grammaretto, takes me back. Well, to memories rather than to taste. They were always the posh biscuits other people had in their biscuit barrels, not us. We went for - but not always, I stress - the broken biscuits at the grocer's in big metal tins. These we could tuck into with impunity.
Talking of tins, does anyone remember the huge tins of pineapple jam which needed a tin opener to get into? I think, tho' I could be wrong, that they hailed from South Africa? Took forever to get through in various guises.
Lovely time spent darn sarf on Monday, a late running return journey meaning that, thanks to the Delay Repay scheme, I have a hefty down payment on the next trip. Didn't get to Liberty's in the end, but am factoring same into my Christmas shopping spree when everywhere will be suitably festive.
I found a lovely church, squashed right up against the Walkie Talkie building, and, to my surprise it was open, dark, warm and silent. A Wren church, built around 1685 with its original organ of 1749 and bell pre-dating the Great Fire of London, it is now the Guild church of St. Margaret Pattens. The Worshipful Company of Pattenmakers have been based in the City since the 15th Century, a patten being a type of 'undershoe', a wooden sole fitted with leather straps and mounted on a large metal ring to lift the wearer from the muddy roads. Lots of interesting exhibits, but would have been no good for my ankles.
Fascinating stuff well, to me at least. 😴
Back ready for birthday Facetiming with elder GS, now 9.
Look what I did, Nana. Holds up a heavily plastered thumb. I cut myself with a craft knife while I was whittling.
He wouldn't have got that with an app, but nice try from DS. I have contributed by sending him Tangrams, anything really that doesn't plug into a socket at some stage ...