FAMILY HISTORY, WW1 & TEETHING

FAMILY HISTORY, WW1 & TEETHING
My dear ladies and occasional gentlemen I apologise for my absence. I have been engaged in putting the wonderful collection of photographs that I have inherited from my mother into albums.

You notice I didn’t say sorted because I didn’t quite manage that. I have tried to group them a little but there were so many I thought it was best just to make sure they were protected but could be looked at. I veered between TEARS and LAUGHTER all day looking at them.

The photographs range from the 1900’s and tell a wonderful story of the FAMILY HISTORY. I have written on the back the names and places that I know at the request of my daughter. Quite rightly she says that when I POP MY CLOGS the knowledge of these people goes too.
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I was pleased to find these photographs of my GREAT UNCLE JACK who died fighting in EGYPT and his brother WILLIAM who is on the horse and was lucky to return from WW1 unlike his brother. I will look into their stories during this anniversary year of WW1.
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On a lighter note I enjoyed a LOVELY LUNCH with some LOVELY LADIES and my dear friend Veronica. Sadly poor Veronica wasn’t feeling very well, she’s TEETHING. Absurdly at her age she has a WISDOM tooth coming through and it doesn’t suit her!

Yours Historically

Celia

SUPER-CHARGED BEAUTIFYING OXYGEN

SUPER-CHARGED BEAUTIFYING OXYGEN
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You see my dear ladies and occasional gentlemen, this was all you needed to make yourself beautiful in 1935. A BATH!

Who new that HARD TAP WATER would ROB YOU OF THE BLOOM OF YOUTH. These wondrous BATH CUBES super-charged the water with BEAUTIFYING OXYGEN giving you ALL OVER LOVELYNESS.

I Really must have a word with my dear friend Veronica to see if her BATH BOMBS are SUPER-CHARGED.

Yours Beautifully

Celia

THE WRONG TROUSERS, VINTAGE KNITTING & THE BOER WAR

THE WRONG TROUSERS, VINTAGE KNITTING & THE BOER WAR
My dear ladies and the occasional gentlemen, I went for a lovely walk this morning with hirsute Roley and Ronald. Had a bit of bother with Ronald as he wanted to watch a film but I explained he needed some exercise first.

Well it was like taking a SULKY CHILD, he complained it was too cold and he couldn’t find the right hat. Once we were off he complained that the wind was BITTER which it wasn’t, that he had the WRONG TROUSERS on and finally that his tea was sloshing around in his tummy.

“Listen” he says as he’s waggling his stomach about. Needless to say I did the same as you would to a GRUMPY child and ignored it.
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However when we were back home he did a good thing. I had taken three VINTAGE KNITTING BOOKS that were my grans and passed on to me, to scan some of the pictures for a poster, here is one of a very glamorous LADY.

Ronald picked one up to look through and found a PHOTOGRAPH of my grandparents and my father. In a second book he found the DOCUMENT you can see in the second photograph.
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It is dated February 1901 and from what I can work out is a pass from THAB NCHU to BLOEMFONTEIN in SOUTH AFRICA. for 4 BOYS, 2 WAGONS, 10 MULES and 18 OXEN. This date is during THE BOER WAR. How fascinating a DOCUMENT it is. I will try and discover where and what it relates too.

ANIMAL MAGNETISM, HIDDEN TREASURES & GILT KNOBS

ANIMAL MAGNETISM, HIDDEN TREASURES & GILT KNOBS

Today my dear ladies and occasional gentlemen I set forth with my dear friend Veronica. First we visited the beautiful ROSEMOOR GARDENS in Great Torrington, Devon. In the car-park As I alighted from my little FIAT the gentleman about to get in the car next door, said to me “I LIKE YOUR ZIPS”.

It is obviously my ANIMAL MAGNETISM that attracts these men, I just wish they were 30 years you her But how was I expected to respond to a comment like that?

At ROSEMOOR an ANTIQUES FAYRE was on offer and we had a delightful hour perusing and admiring the lovely items on offer.

Now I did make a purchase a BIRTHDAY PRESENT for my dear daughter Morello but please don’t let on as it is a secret for the moment, how exciting.

My other two purchases were also presents, so for the time being they are HUSH-HUSH too. Please do remind me at some time in the future to tell you what the items were.

We left and drove to a BOOT-FAIR where Veronica’s FORAGING skills came to the fore. My word she is a sight to behold, her eyes like LASER-BEAMS darting here there and everywhere, seeking out the HIDDEN TREASURES.

She spotted a charming 1950’s CREAM BATHROOM CABINET WITH GILT KNOBS and a rustic set of corner shelves, perfect for displaying her wares.
We discussed their suitability and the price which was very reasonable but it is always fun to do a bit of BARGAINING. Veronica was a little intimidated by the stall holder but she set her shoulders back and made an offer.

The stall holder swung his impressive grey platt saying “it’s a fair price” Veronica sensibly stayed silent and waited but with an inner tremble, then,
“OK deal” said grey platt.

I was able to prove to Veronica that my little FIAT has a boot like THE TARDIS, able to take both the shelves and the cabinet. Veronica thinks she now has everything to make her stall look perfect.

We are hoping to have a DRY-RUN and set the stall up in her kitchen, perhaps take some photos and see if it all works. I may give you a sneaky- peep.

Yours Secretly

Celia

SAUVIGNON BLANC, TALKING HEADS & ABSENT DICK

SAUVIGNON BLANC, TALKING HEADS & ABSENT DICK

Well my dear ladies and occasional gentlemen, this evening along with some of my lady friends I went to see ALAN BENNET’s TALKING HEADS. What a good piece of theatre and we were lucky that this performance was in our Village Hall.

Great acting by two wonderful ladies and a delicious tea in the interval, what an enjoyable evening. We enjoyed a glass of SAUVIGNON BLANC from CHILE during the performance but I think that my dear friend Gwendoline may have imbibed one or two in her LOG SHED before the evening started. She was quite excitable and a little RISQUÉ on occasions. I must admit to having a small glass myself with my lunch earlier in the day.

When Gwendoline asked how our bed hunt was going, I told her that Ronald and I had looked at a bed that the end raised up, for storage underneath. When I told her that Ronald GOT IT UP but I couldn’t GET IT DOWN she had a fit of the giggles, I don’t know why.

We were joined this evening by a lovely lady Concertina who hadn’t been before and asked if she could come along but she would leave her DICK at home, another lady to join our merry group

Yours Theatrically

Celia

NEW GLASSES & MORE ROLLING AROUND

imageNEW GLASSES & MORE ROLLING AROUND

My dear ladies and occasional gentlemen let us CELEBRATE. I am wearing my NEW GLASSES HURRAH! HURRAH! The wonderful young lady that measured and measured and was determined to get them right has done it.
Her advice which I will pass on to you is to always see the same person on every visit and ask to be referred back to the optician if the glasses are not right.

From there we went to a well known supplier of car parts and accessories. I needed a new WIPER BLADE on the drivers side of my FIAT 500C. We located the part number and found the blade.

When Ronald had recovered from seeing the PRICE, he studied the FITTING INSTRUCTIONS and decided it looked a bit complicated, so for only a couple of pounds he would ask them to fit them.

The YOUNG LADY took at most 2 MINUTES to pop one blade off and pop the other one on. Ronald looking SHEEPISH paid and then spluttered on about how it had looked more COMPLICATED than he had thought.

After that we went and rolled around on a few more beds but are no further forward in deciding on a new one.

RONALD & CELIA DO JOHN & YOKO

imageRONALD & CELIA DO JOHN & YOKO.
My dear ladies and occasional gentlemen, this morning Ronald and I did a JOHN AND YOKO. Yes we really did, we went to BED TOGETHER in public, in fact we were in the window of the shop but there wasn’t any SINGING (Ronald is tone-deaf).

We have just discovered the MINEFIELD that is NEW BED buying. There is so much choice, too much because it is all very confusing. POCKET Sprung, DOUBLE Sprung, MAXI Sprung, ROCK Sprung. As you may remember we considered buying a new mattress before and then let the idea go but the time has come.

I am in favour of DITCHING our mattress, RECYCLING our present bed and buying a comfy KING-SIZE MODERN DIVAN. We have to have king-size so there is room for hirsute Roley in the middle. Ronald is thinking just to buy a new mattress for our WOODEN BEDSTEAD.

Who do you think is going to win this discussion? What would you do my dear ladies and occasional gentlemen?

APOLOGIES & ROLLS

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My dear ladies and the occasional gentlemen I am MORTIFIED and I apologise to you all. I had no idea when I wrote to you yesterday that I would unintentionally use a word that had another CONNOTATION.

I will not say the word but I will spell it D.O.G.G.I.N.G. you will not hear it from my lips again.

On a more pleasant note, I thought you might like to see my AIRING CUPBOARD. I like a tidy airing cupboard. As you can see my TEA TOWELS are folded square and are in a stack on the left. The middle stack are kitchen HAND TOWELS and the stack on the right are BATHROOM HAND TOWELS.

Let’s move on to the BATH TOWELS don’t they look pretty. I fold them in half then half again and then ROLL them up from the open end. You will end up with a NEAT ROLL which will stack without falling in a heap. You can remove any one you choose even from the bottom, another will just ROLL into its place.

It has taken me years to teach Ronald how I like to ROLL but he is ACCOMPLISHED now.

Yours Rollily

Celia

BIOLOGICAL JET-LAG & DOGGING

BIOLOGICAL JET-LAG & DOGGING
My dear ladies and occasional gentlemen, I think I have JET-LAG. I am experiencing DESYNCHRONIZATION of my BIOLOGICAL RYTHMS.
Last night I stayed up late because I was WIDE-AWAKE but this morning I didn’t want to get up and kept nodding off. All this jetting across the world for one night has taken its toll.

I took hirsute Roley for a long walk only realising when I was a third of the way around that I had forgotten Ronald! Oh well blame it on the jet lag. It was a lovely day, the birds were singing and it was a joy to be out.

About half-way around I met an old friend a lovely man and we did a bit of DOGGING. I was telling him all about hirsute Roley and he was telling me all about the RESCUE DOG he and his wife had taken on. I peeped through the window at her, what a sweetie, she is going to need a lot of training but she is good in the house, very friendly and good-natured, just like her owner.

After saying goodbye I started walking on when hirsute Roley started pulling forward excitedly. I was going to let her off the lead as she is good and never goes off but I couldn’t because I thought she WOULD go off she seemed so desperate. Then in the distance I saw the top of Ronald’s head, that’s why hirsute Roley was pulling.

I let her off the lead and her little legs running like PISTONS she shot of up the lane to find her DAD. Don’t ask me how she knew he was coming, some DOGGY instinct?

Yours Doggily

Celia

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