I got my walk with Priscilla in before lunch because my son has promised to come round this afternoon and just give my car carpets a brush with a stiff brush for me - to spruce the inside of my car up before I say goodbye to it for the last time. Looking at the inside, because I had seat covers on because of dear old Tess, once the floor is swept it looks like a new car. Someone is really getting a good buy as I expect the garage who have bought it (the one where I boought it new) will sell it with some warranty too.
Walking before lunch meant that I was tired after eating the lunch J brought me (pork chop in honey and mustard sauce, with leeks, onions, new potatoes and carrots) so for the past hour I have relaxed dozing in my armchair. Dozing - and thinking. And I got to thinking about things we bought when I was young. Clothes - do you remember suspender belts girls in pre-tights days? And roll-ons? At the slightest sight of a stomach we all wore one and what a bind they were . Now they let it all hang out. Once, when I had a bad back, I remember being prescribed at corset. My back rapidly improved - was it due to the corset? No fear - I only wore it about twice - exercise and rest cured it. And my father's long underpants on the washing line in winter and his vests with sleeves,
And food. We tended to only eat what was in season. I don't know whether you could get out of season vegetables - I suppose maybe you could in big cities and posh restaurants but certainly in the Fens of Lincolnshire you mostly had what your Dad could dig up and bring in from the garden. And how you longed for the first boiling of new potatoes (usually eaten for supper, dug up, put into a bucket, covered with several lots of water stirred round with the copper stick and then gently boiled for ten minutes or so and doused well with butter and salt - and none of that fancy Sea Sea - but plain old salt). Then it would be the turn of the first green peas, the first tender little broad beans, the dwarf runner beans, the kidney beans - and then the giant marrows which my mother would stuff with a delicious mixture of sausage meat and onion and herb stuffing and roast in the oven in thick rings. Parsnips would come later. Carrots my Dad could never grow on our soil and after a few years he gave up trying and grew giant Savoy cabbages instead.
And then I thouht of all the glamorous things my sister used to wear - she married when I was very young but I remember being old enough to pick up and sniff Evening in Paris perfume in its little dark blue glass bottle with its silver label - so exotic. And her box of Coty face powder with its orange-flowered lid, which she kept on her dressing table. And her black velvet evening shoes. Ah memories, memories.