- Washing a hair brush
- Rolling a cigarette
- Yoga breath
Cig rolling was learnt at my Dad's knee. Years of watching him have paid off though I still can't roll with the gummy edge facing me or garden with the cig stuck to my bottom lip.
And the yoga breath was recalled by Diz when I restarted going to yoga. She still uses it to screw the tops off new jars.(As do I - it's obvious when you think about it but we never did until Fleck told us!)
And now for something completely different:
Don't they look smug. There are more on Biblioddysey
My favourite cookbook is a Good Housekeeping from the fifties. I got the jam recipe from there - it is certainly from a different time, it talks of not having enough sugar.
As for the confession - I'm a self publisher. No, not a self publicist, though I may be that too. I've been putting my poems onto Kindle for three months now. There's stuff I've not thrown away since the 70s and I'm not claiming it's good. That's why the writer is Jane Newall, my Dad's grandma who he could not stand. There's 3 booklets so far and about 3 more to go.
They say getting it off your chest is good for your stomache. Now I'm going for breakfast.
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