The Fiat 126 was a very popular little car in Poland in the seventies. Aspirational for many people, it could be bought by paying instalments for several years in advance – you could only collect it after it was fully paid – and then you had to look after it. My husband’s mother joined the […]Read Post ›
or lack thereof. For Al KE Easter Sunday. The Resurrection. New beginnings. Eggs. Family time. All very important in my life. We were expecting 11 adults and two babies for lunch.We only had nine on Easter Saturday and no one complained about the food then. There was enough. Only two more people on Sunday. I […]Read Post ›
Did I say I liked trains? Well one reader took me at my word! Monday evening I was confronted with a huge parcel of books! I’d been warned that I’d be getting a book – and I was very excited. But I wasn’t expecting six! Thank you, Angela. I have to make it public, because […]Read Post ›
I went to Amersham yesterday to go to the hairdresser. I last went to her about seven months ago and was going to go in October but she moved salons from Marlow to Amersham. Too far away I thought. How hard can it be to find a hairdresser near by? Turns out it’s very hard. […]Read Post ›
Cleanliness is next to godliness. I am usually clean, I think. Am I godly? I don’t know. But this morning I had difficulty being either. I woke up this morning almost unable to get up because of the pain in my knee. I had spent most of the night in agony, imagining the consequences of […]Read Post ›
It’s that time of year, when I realise that I still have some of last year’s written but not sent Christmas cards in a box somewhere, this year’s unwritten ones in a box in my bag, no stamps, no time, posting deadlines past, the Christmas tree is up but not quite finished, the food shopping […]Read Post ›
Imagine the woman who can fold herself into a suitcase. Lithe, long of limb, lissom, luxurious hair, lovely large eyes. You know the type. Every day when I get dressed I have this vision before me. I grunt as I try to regain my balance as I put on my underwear. I groan as I fumble […]Read Post ›
Today is the tenth anniversary of my father’s death. This photo was taken in 1982. He was a sprightly 63. Kasia was one and a bit. I am showing you this photo because it brings back so many memories. We were living in the flat above my godfather’s accountancy office which he rented out to […]Read Post ›
I can’t remember the last time I put pen to paper, metaphorically anyway, but I promise you I have written many blog posts in my head in the last few months. I have plenty to write about of my own accord, and other people, including family members, have asked me to write about specific things. […]Read Post ›
Happy birthday, Ciocia. Today you would have been 89. Aged about 2, in Lwów. Today’s date will stick in many Londoners minds, because of the London bombings 20 years ago. I remember the day well because I had taken some children on a school trip, and we were supposed to come back to school by […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 