One day this weekend I was caught up in a conversation with a 90 year old patient.  She told me of growing up in the twenties in rural England.  When her mother was “confined” with her younger brother, she would be taken down to the local village in her “pushchair” to purchase the perishables for the day (as nobody had domestic refrigeration).  She told me a neighbour claimed she was just like her aunt and she would grow big and strong and this scared her, because she was scared of the aunt.

A beautiful scene, an evocative description; a moment of peace in a weekend rush. Thankyou.