Author Archives: Candy
The Mystery Of The Missing Blog Post
Yesterday I had a great deal of trouble trying to publish the post entitled, Nov 3rd, Judy’s Real Birthday and, eventually had to delete it and re-publish it. (It has appeared now with its spacing almost correct and with all its … Continue reading
An apology
I finished my post called ‘Judy’s Real Birthday’ this afternoon. When I published it the first time, for some reason a large chunk toward the end was missing. I spent long minutes fixing it when I found out, saved the … Continue reading
Nov. 3, Judy’s Real Birthdayy
On the third of November, 1944, Judith Bridget, my sister was born. She was a beautiful baby with gorgeous auburn curls and translucent skin. I was eighteen months old and quite pleased to have a new baby sister. When I … Continue reading
Market Cross Cottage – Another update!
In the post about Market Cross Cottage and the ghost, I mentioned that I had come to the conclusion that the cottage, together with the restaurant which is part of the same building, was the inn for visiting monks and … Continue reading
Market Cross Cottage – update
I was looking through some old photos today and I found a photo of one of the faces of the market cross. I’ll have to change my story slightly because I had forgotten that one could see two faces in … Continue reading
The Market Cross Ghost – true story! Or living in a cottage built in 1452
(I wrote this post quite a while – years – ago and, for some reason didn’t publish it. I realised this today! I’ve checked back and can’t find it in the list of past posts but I did find two … Continue reading
Judy, Candy and the ‘Smoking Tree’
My mother and father married at the end of 1941, I was born in 1943, and my little sister, Judy, in 1944, eighteen months later. I think it must have exhausted our mother to have two children quite so close … Continue reading
Sciatica – short update
Twenty days ago, or so, I wrote about my sciatica attack. I am pleased to report that it has got progressively better over the last two weeks and is, essentially, over. I started taking the amitriptyline that the doc prescribed, … Continue reading
Rosie supposes her toeses are roses – or, I used to live with the best dog
In 2005, we retired to the seaside. My grand-daughter, Chloë, had begged for a dog since she was old enough to realise that it wasn’t really Sandy, the cat, who talked to her on the phone and I had promised … Continue reading
Cats (and Tortoises) I have Known
Until I was in my 60’s I almost always had at least one cat. When we lived in Queensway we had one whose name I think was Madam. She had to be an indoor cat as we lived on the … Continue reading