Di.Poppitt
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
As it's the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, this morning I picked the few apples our bramley deigned to produce this year. The apple pie now sits on the kitchen cupboard, we are expecting guests for dinner.
What do we call it? Pud, dessert. Nah, I just call it apple pie. In the 40's new people arrived in Woodall Road, they owned the large house on the corner, but it had always been rented out. They were from Kent, and had moved because they wanted to escape any bombs that might fall in Kent. The two children entertained us kids no end, their language was alien to us, and I'm sure they found us hard to understand.
They called pudding afters. We thought they had come from never never land.
What do we call it? Pud, dessert. Nah, I just call it apple pie. In the 40's new people arrived in Woodall Road, they owned the large house on the corner, but it had always been rented out. They were from Kent, and had moved because they wanted to escape any bombs that might fall in Kent. The two children entertained us kids no end, their language was alien to us, and I'm sure they found us hard to understand.
They called pudding afters. We thought they had come from never never land.