March 1974. When I was invited to go for a weekend to Benidorm by my Uncle Dick – it was a works outing – I jumped at the chance. His wife, my Aunt Alice, his sister -in- law, my mother, and her husband Zbyszek, were coming too. This was going to be my first holiday […]Read Post ›
Walls with skirts. Little additions to cover their joins with the floor. Modesty? Practicality? Custom? Not in every country I am sure. One of my earliest encounters with this phenomenon was when I was very small. My father, still a student at the time, was an almost perfect househusband. He couldn’t cook or diy but […]Read Post ›
TTo continue on a nautical theme for a moment. I came home today in a bit of a rush as usual, and ravenous as usual, and with not a lot to eat in the house, also as usual. So choosing rapidly between a tub of cottage cheese and a slice of toast with Philadelphia I […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 