Surprises

Was intending to make birthday cake for S Opposite, but ended up wholly transported by my grandfather's WW1 records.  Quite what possessed me to fossick about in Eva's gas mask box while the bath was running, I've no idea.

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Had anyone realised he wasn't shot once in the arm, but both arms, and three times, and they kept sending him back.  By 1920 his right hand was being described as cold and blue by a Pensions Appeal Tribunal (none too useful for a jeweller).  And they saw fit to reduce his pension from £1 a week to 8/-. 

Found the receipt from Carmichael's of Hull for dining room table, £65 12s 6d - good thing I'm happy eating my breakfast off it.  Bet it wouldn't fetch that much at Southgate Auctions now.  Plus a host of wedding menus (soup de vermicelli - Eva & Sam).  

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Not to mention a letter from Huntsman of Savile Row (under the patronage of King Alphonso of Spain no less) regretting Auntie Rosie's decision to retire.  It was  October 1977, she was 79, enough fur coat button-holing already.  They gave her £50, which I hope was a decent send-off.  She fibbed about her age, the truth amazing everyone when she died just over a year later.  That's Wright's Coal Tar soap for you.  Barely a wrinkle.

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Fabulous morning.   Cough increasingly rare.  Some pre-MRI paperwork arrived, do I have a cerebral shunt?  Bloody hope not.