I'm sat here eating (suprise!) a scrummy lemon fancy, and not only am I enjoying each bite of calorific sweetness but I'm also transported to time of comfort, friendship and respect. Yep all from eating a cake!
Memories can be pretty amazing things, those feel good memories that you come across when you're plodding through your day and suddenly a smell, a taste or something unexpected takes you back to a time possibly forgotten.
You know me, I enjoy eating any cake! but this particular one reminds me of a late elderly couple I used to have the pleasure of visiting. The night before my visits I'd get a call from them asking if I could come armed with Brysons Lemon Fancies! Yes I was that cake-loving person going into my local bakery and buying six of these beauties while attempting to explain 'they're not for me'!
And what about songs? How many times do you listen to a song and remember that trip you had with a friend where the mad car singing got you through the long journey? Or the Saturday nights you spent on the dancefloor because that song came on and you all just had to dance to it? Then there's the Ting Tings 'That's not my name' it makes me think of driving my daughter from swimming and us cranking up the tunes to sing our hearts out! This song always came on as we reached the big roundabout, now aptly named 'Ting Ting Roundabout' By us that is! though if the local radio fancied referring to it in the traffic and travel report that would work!
Finally, (though this is a never-ending list!) Remember those toys? One of my Christmas presents last Christmas was a Care Bear! Yeh yeh, I'm in my thirties but it's a Care Bear! AND not any old bear but Lovelot Bear! My favourite one, THE (prounced 'Thee' for emphasis!) best one! Just receiving it took me back to the school playground where I was part of a group of little girls all pointing out the Care Bears we could 'see' in the clouds... And then there's:
So whether it's remisicing over cake, bellowing out your favourite tune or playing with the kiddies, make more memories! because the future will bring giggles, smiles and reminiscing with those you love. ❤
If I ever offer you a glass of wine when at my house, don't be offended by the type of glass you might get!
You see, we're not adverse to having decent glasses (or crockery for that matter) but the chances are everyone in the same room will be drinking from a different glass. Some would call it 'Vintage' I'd call it jinxed!
I just break stuff all the time! I break things on the tap as I swing them over from the side to wash up, I can pick up a plate and I've suddenly gone Greek! And I can break a glass simply by runing a sponge around the inside of it (I've always said I have man hands!)
We once bought a set of beautiful (pricey) lead crystal tumblers (should have known better) they were (yes I use past tense) nice, funky, solid glasses. There's one left.
I spend a lot of my time sweeping up jagged shards of stuff (how does it manage to travel so far!) and then vacumuming just to make sure I won't be sued for grating my family's feet!
So we currently have three wine glasses, an array of other glasses and various pieces of two crockery sets... When it comes to setting the table for four I can usually wing it with two people having the same stuff and the other two having the same stuff, but different, if you see what I mean! And of course I can pretend it was meant to be vintage! (I think) Anymore than four visitors and the only cuisine that suits my jumble-sale of a collection is a buffet.
So there you have it, my name is Sarah and I can't stop smashing things. So if I pop round for a glass of vino, you may want to serve it in the cheapest glass you own, or failing that, a plastic beaker.
When I was a kid I was accidentally pushed under water in a swimming pool and my fear of water was born.
Over the years, I considered swimming lessons, always talking myself out of it, either the lessons were too late at night, I couldn't get there or, to be honest, the thought of being the only adult in arm bands didn't really sell it to me! 😐
Last year I eventually plucked up the courage to contact the instructor and thanks to his enthusiasm at having a non-swimmer to work with I signed up. It really wasn't as embarrassing as I'd imagined! I started with nervously getting in and bobbing around and got to the point where I could do breast stroke! A great achievement considering the smell of chlorine used to make me nervous enough!
So six weeks later I was secretly proud to drag my daughter to the pool ('to help build my confidence' I told her) You should have seen her face when she stopped at our non-swimmer marker, turned round and I was swimming right behind her! It was the best thing! She stood open-mouthed spluttering the words "you're swimming!" Her expression was priceless.
So yes I am a swimmer, albeit a late one but a swimmer nonetheless!
I'm so pleased and proud that I've faced my fear and had an amazing time swimming in the sea on holiday last year! 😀
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