it runs in the family

Whatever else Easter is about, it always seems to be a time for gardening. My Dad was out this afternoon, planting tomato seeds. He only has a small garden but loves pottering around out there. No doubt it’s in my genes..

My sister had asked me if I would go to the Good Friday service at her church in Lewes, so she was round at 9am to pick me up. Lots to reflect on and it was good to meet people who are a big part of my sisters life. Interesting how some thought we looked similar, others thought we looked quite different. I did realise for the first time ever that we have the same way of laughing, throwing our heads back…

I’ve just cooked tea for Mum, Dad and me. We talked about how Mums own mother had never allowed her into the kitchen, so she never really learned to cook. “I’m not very domestic” :-) That’s what happened when you leave school at 12 to go to Pitman’s. (Mum later held the World record for shorthand writing so cooking came a poor second).