I am sure I have written about this before in some form, but it happens so often these days that I shall write about it again.
Little things happen and I am instantly transported back many years. Today, after several days of eating rather too much, I decided to cook myself a mushroom omelette for my lunch. The minute I whisked up the eggs (yes, I have read my Elizabeth David thoroughly) I was taken back 66 years to a cafe in Trafalgar Square - the first time I had been to London - on our first holiday after marrying.
I had a cheese omelette - how sophisticated I felt sitting there with my new husband (much travelled and very experienced). It was delicious.
Omelettes - in Lincolnshire?? oh dear no. We had our eggs boiled, scrambled, fried or poached and that was it. To start with it was a French word and that suggested sophistication - no good at all for us fenland folk still in the sticks.
There have been many more memory moments throughout my life as I am sure there have been in yours. Fancy sharing one of them with us?