I cannot spell Dyslexia
A thought that often comes to me is doing things as a child with my mother. This generally involved helping her in the kitchen. My mother was a wonderful cook. One recurring memory I have is of the smell in the house when she baked Christmas cake for her sisters and for us. When it came time to decorate the cake each year, out came the plastic […]
I Love This Article – My 100th & Best Ever?
Stop Working Hard! I have always had a work ethic; I suppose I got this from my parents. Well into her eighties, my mother was still living alone, looking after herself, her home and her garden. By way of example, late in her life, the local authority provided exercise classes for older people and my […]