An Enrolled Nurse.

In Britain today, it has been Mothering Sunday.

Other countries seem to have their Mother's Day later. I found this out when friends in the USA sent me greetings in summer.
Since it is all to do with the Mother Church, (I think,) I thought it would be the same in all countries.
Take what I have said with a pinch of salt though. lol

Anyway, hope mums everywhere have had a lovely day!

Tomorrow elder son and his daughter arrive. Don't know what time so will be on edge most of the afternoon. lol
Before then, I have to make a Victoria chocolate sponge. (I hate baking.) Then do the cream filling and ice the thing. Poor me.

Went shopping again today, loked at the dsales but bought nothing.
Is it me? Sales are not as good as they were when I was a girl. Ok if you want to buy a sofa, but clothes, no.
When I was a youngster, the sales started on January the second, (unless that fell on a Sunday.) You could look in the shop windows and kind of choose what you wanted, if there wasn't anything you fancied, you knew, inside, there would be on the day.

I see photos in the paper of people battling for things in the sales. Queuing all night sometimes for stuff.
But here, there seems to be a sale on somewhere almost every week.
Ah well, hope you get a bargain!
Luv from Miserable in Lancashire.

Sister and her husband in France, (the warm part.) Son and daughter-in-law in Spain. Bet it's warm there too. Me and himdownstairs in rain and not very warm, England.
But so are, other son, granddaughter, nephews and nieces and loads of us. Summer has gone, it can only get colder. whinge whinge, whine whine.
Roll on summer!

I have found out about my Mother's side of the family. Going back to 1788.
I must admit though, I didn't find this out on my own!
No, I couldn't find a thing. Well, I might have done but not known. No, my second cousin, twice removed did all the hard work. So thank you G and also D for her help. But it is so exciting. I would just love to "visit" for a day, these long gone relatives. I mean, what was the first mentioned like?
My father's side of the family, I just don't know much about them at all.
I was born on the wrong side of the blanket, just at the end of the second world war. Woe is me.
BUT, from what I have gathered, I think I know who my father was, I have spoken to the gent I think is my half brother. I know the names of my grandparents too. Where they lived etc.
Trouble is, it is not in this country, no, that would be too easy.
When sister and I went to San Francisco, we were possibly just an hour away from half brother. Yes, so near, yet so far away.
I did think of dragging sister to the address I have for half brother. She was with me on this. But we didn't go, my choice.
Cusses, I should have gone. Not every day I nip from England to San Francisco. But we British do have manners don't we?
I find it so sad, I just want to talk, I just want to know what my father was like. I am sure he would have liked to have met me if he was still alive. I always thought he knew about me, but now, I think I was wrong. Well, that's what his step daughter told me, she said he would have mentioned it.
Now, if I am right and this chap WAS my dad, I think I have more right to him than she has.
I think she is an unforgiving old biddy. I also think half brother is a bit of a wimp if he listens to what she tells him. But I could be wrong, maybe he has moved. Maybe I am being paranoid thinking he has changed his phone number because of me.
But Vic, please ring me, please give me a chance to prove or disprove my theory! A letter would be nice.
If my other dad, the good man that bought me up as his own had a daughter or son from his past, I and sister would make them welcome.