Gosh it's February already and I am way behind updating my blog. I meant to write just after Christmas then things happened and I never found the time to get stuck in! Time just seems to slip by so quickly and more so when you get older! Still here I am and I would like to wish you all a very belated happy New Year. That said, I will turn 75 this year and... um... well I just cannot find the answer as to where all the last 74 years have gone! Still I am blessed that I am still here to tell the tale (have I mentioned this before somewhere in this blog...). And, I have my darling grandsons who light up my life big time. Talking about grandsons, my son rang me this morning still full of cold which he developed over the past few days, and he sounded dreadful. His wife works weekends so he has the job of looking after their four sons. When I left him yesterday afternoon after he returned home from work, he looked under the weather....
Ahhh, Sunday again—she’s strutted in with her sunny skies and warm breezes, wearing nothing but good vibes! No coats, no jackets, no boots—just slip on your sandals and let the sunshine kiss your skin. It's one of those glorious days that practically begs for a stroll and a smile. As I soak in the warmth, I can’t help but drift back to those dreamy Sundays of the past. I can still smell the roasts wafting from open kitchen windows, each one a delicious signal that it was Sunday roast o’clock on our street. Mum would be cooking up a storm—gravy bubbling, meat roasting—and Dad would be lounging with the Sunday papers, utterly at peace in his armchair kingdom. Meanwhile, me and my two fabulous sisters, the teenage trio of the sixties, were fully immersed in the latest hits on the radio. Hair teased, eyeliner winged, and minds lost in the wonder of what colour lipstick would turn heads that week—or if that new mini skirt was a bit too mini. (Answer: never!) Those days may be tucke...
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