Sunday, August 17, 2008
17th August Family occasion.
First of all let me confess to an urge to be a Yngling Girl!
It sounds like a lightweight novel from the 1920s about a fun group of flappers.
In fact the Yngling girls are yachtswomen who today won an Olympic gold medal. The 3 British lasses have names - but collectively they are the Yngling Girls, for that is the class of yacht which they successfully sailed.
And there were more golds and other medals for GB today. This is our best Olympics for nigh on a century.
It seems we excell at the sports you can sit down to compete in!
The morning took us to Pease Pottage - which was not greatly enthralling. I have come home with odds and ends and some older style Royal Doulton Bunnykins pieces.
And later I listed a whole load of relists onto EBay.
This afternoon saw us in a house, the like of which I have often wondered about.
The village of Lindfield is really very attractive and I would muse on the folks
who might live along the lovely High Street.
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We spent the afternoon at the present home of Bill's cousin Celia's daughter, Tracey, on Lindfield High Street.
Tracey organised a party for Celia and Ian, recently married.
We knew very few of the people - who ranged from Ian's fellow railway enthusiasts at The Bluebell Railway to the beautiful teenage offspring and their friends.
Friendly men discussed the purchase of a 3 wheeled Scammell and long legged beauties in short skirts stirred their souls - and memories!
Above all Celia and Ian were loving to all and each other.
It was a delight to drop in on a corner of the family we know little about and form some impressions and feel that bond of kinship shared between us.
I will put some pictures of Celia and Ian on here tomorrow.
But tonight I feel tired.
Tomorrow I am back at 9 o'clock to see the nurse for my next B12 injection.
