Now that MyDearFIL is ensconced in his new accommodation, it is up to The Golfer and I to clear out his home. Have I told you The Golfer is an only child? The Golfer is an only child. That’s good; no fighting over who gets what, and bad; all the work and sorting is ours!
The Golfer’s Mum died 22 years ago, and my abiding memories of her are her infectious giggle, her smile, her love of cats (shiver!), and her famous, secret(!) recipes! Well, MyDearMIL, I’ve found your recipe book!! I may yet be able to make her wonderful sponge cake!! Um….there was going to be a photo, but I can’t seem to find it in our boxes!! (She may still be thwarting me!!)
I’ve discovered too that MyDearMIL had a penchant for linen; we will never need to buy towels again! This is but one of three piles I’ve scored (all unused!)
and as you can see, there’s lots of table cloths. Sheets, pillow cases and tea towels abound too, many still in their packaging! And she had the cheek to (good naturedly) chide me for my fabric purchases!!
These, however, have stolen my heart…