The other day, don't know what brought it on but I went back in time and it was Mum and Dad and me stopping by Aunt Margaret Smiths for a visit. Her house was immaculate as usual, and her yard was also. We would sit in her living room, Mum talking about people she and Auntie knew, jokes about her putting my photo up on the shelf before we drove up. We would pull out the trolley, cover it in a cloth and bring home baked goodies and hot tea in from the kitchen. The tv was never on. Don't know why I should think about her so much this week but I have, with a smile. Perhaps I should make some Abernethy Biscuits in her memory.
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