I used to love my Sunday dinner, we were not posh enough to call it lunch, I have done all the cooking since I retired in 1995, when Enid was alive some weeks she say I will cook today, she would do the veg and put everything on and when it was nearly ready she would say, oh I cant be
bothered, you put it out. After she died I thought someone would. realize i was on my own and invite me round! but no. In the last fifteen
months I have out twice, both times to my daughters at Crewe!
I am not. complaining but had this been the good old times things might have
been differant.They say you only reap what you sow.
Bernard