…because I made something from The Pioneer Woman’s Cookbook. I got stuck in this afternoon and made her Cinnamon Rolls. 
Caroline said they were good and she knows what she’s talking about when it comes to cinnamon rolls. That’s another reason to feel pleased with myself!
Today, after a visit to Posh Pooch, he was having a cute all over day.
Doesn’t look like the same dog does it? Bless him.
She lived with us for her last couple of years so I remember her very well. She had a bed downstairs in our parlour. I remember her teaching me to say this Welsh phrase “"Cay de geg”. It means “shut your mouth”. It came in very useful from time to time! Also she would tell of how she used to play on the steps of Caernarvon Castle as a little girl and that her father was the gamekeeper for Sir Watkin Williams-Wynn. I remember too that she used to like a little flutter on the horses. A bit of a character she was. How she ended up in a little mill town near Manchester I have no idea.
This is Thomas, her husband. I never knew him he died when my mother was only a little girl. I have cousins who look very much like him. He was said to have been a Liverpool Irishman. … I went to Towneley Park with my girls and their boys. We all needed and wanted the fresh air. Poor Nicholas is just getting over Chicken Pox and is still a little bit delicate, so fresh air was definitely needed by him. We were blessed with a beautiful day about which we were more than happy. 
TTFN
… so George stayed overnight with us Sunday and Monday. He likes to do that as often as he can. I took some pictures of him. He doesn’t really sit still for the camera very well unless it’s to pull funny faces! But he was playing with his remote control helicopter and not paying me too much attention so I snapped away. I got quite a few good ones, this is one of them I particularly like.
That’s it. Short and sweet.
TTFN.
My cousin Sylvia and I arranged to meet in Manchester on Monday. It was a very damp kind of day, not very conducive to wandering around outdoors. So what better way to pass the time than over Afternoon Tea in a beautiful old building like Manchester Town Hall. 
We had the place to ourselves most of the time and we just sat, nibbled and nattered away to our heart’s content. It was lovely.
Kathleen.
Certainly not the biggest cathedral I’ve ever seen. In fact it’s the smallest ancient cathedral in Great Britain but it’s definitely the cosiest one I’ve ever been in! 
It was a pleasure to look around, really welcoming and warm inside. Glorious architecture. I think the building itself would be enough to give you Religion, if you didn’t already have it that is.
Some wonderful memorials to read and marvel at. 
Here’s Brenda in the graveyard of a church we came across on the walk to the cathedral. Our other halves wouldn’t look at this church with us because it wasn’t part of the plan for that day. Talk about grumpy old men! We enjoyed it though, we both love reading gravestones. Some of the inscriptions were so sad. Talk about weird old women!Well, we had a lovely weekend in Wales and here are the pictures to tell the story. My maternal grandmother was a Welsh woman and very proud of it. Her name was Sarah Jane Jones, you can’t get any more Welsh than that can you?
Immediately to the west of the church is Kinmel Park, which was a military camp used by Canadian troops during the First World War. The churchyard contains the graves of numerous victims of the Spanish flu pandemic of 1918-19 in the camp. On 4-5th March 1919 a riot occurred in the camp when the ship allocated to return the troops to Canada was diverted to carry food supplies to Russia, and five Canadian soldiers were killed in the disturbances and subsequently buried in St Margaret's Churchyard; a common story is that they were executed for mutiny, but this has been denied by the Canadian Department of National Defence. 
To be continued…
Kathleen
In particular the co-op in Todmorden centre. I’ve passed this shop in the car so many times over the years and thought how nice it looks and how good it is that they kept the old shop fronts and wondered what it looks like on the inside. I’ve even walked passed and looked in the window but never made the time to go in and have a look around. But today I made the time and went in and am glad I did.
The interior is very bright and modern looking but at the same time has retained that old-fashioned feel. The walls on both sides are lined with high shelving and I’m sure they must be the original ones. Painted white now they would have been dark wood in days gone by. It reminded me immediately of the co-op up the road from where I lived as a little girl. More or less the same layout. Dark and big, it had a long shop floor with a high dark wood counter on one side. Perhaps all co-ops were laid out like that? I seem to remember it always being half empty and not a lot of anything on the shelves. This shop though was full of stuff and doing a roaring trade too. 
Then, walking back to the supermarket I saw this street name sign. I’d love to know the history behind these two peculiar names.This display caught my eye today in a shop window in Hebden Bridge.
It was common practise once upon a time for a woman to mop her front doorstep and finish it off with a layer of donkey stone. I remember my mother doing this when I was a little girl in the 50s and early 60s. It looked lovely for a while then people would walk on it and it was back to being mucky again.
Nobody ever bought a donkey stone, you’d get them off the rag and bone man when he came round with his horse and cart, in exchange for your old rags.
I’ve just been looking it up on the Net and it seems that donkey stones were made in Ashton and are still available there on the indoor market.
Kathleen.
