My maternal grandmother had her own shop (sweets, bread etc,) and the shop had a small cafe attached. She had someone to run these and concentrated more on running the home, cooking, cleaning etc). She was a brilliant crafter, making her own clothes, leather handbags and gloves. She cooked a lot and bottled a lot of fruit from her large garden and orchard. She had no help with these.
My grandfather was a bus driver and totally devoted to my Nana. She helped him work out routes for the Mystery tours the company he worked for ran.
In the war, she would take in evacuees, and, at any time, any other waifs and strays she came across. She actually had a POW stay when he and his soldier minder got caught in deep snow. The prisoner had escaped, been caught in Ireland, and they were both on their way back to the prison. She made them both beds on the lounge floor and happily went to bed. In the morning the snow had cleared enough for them to leave, and she fed them before letting them go. It turned out that the prisoner had murdered a neighbour! My Nana had no fear and thought the best of everybody. It didn’t cross her mind to worry that she had put a murderer up and fed him! An amazing woman, for sure, and generous to a fault. She would give you anything you needed if she could.
Reforms response to Rachel Reeves’ heckler.
Why do hospitals, most of whom have large catchment areas, make accessing them so difficult?
