So I not really felt like posting today. I liked a few things this evening but not really feeling it till now.
I was googling my family and where they lived during ww2 and I got a funny hit on my grampy. Apparently there was this" toddenham pudding" that was leftovers from a hotel that was to be given to the pigs. The villagers used to sort it and used to find things other than food like knifes, forks and spoons. One day they found a jersey. It was duly washed and they think it was my gramp that wore it for years to come. What a bizarre thing to read about.
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