my mum used Fenjal, the whole house reeked of it, ended when she couldn’t get out of the bath for sliding about, showers only now
my old lady thing is big knockers, a la Bridget Jones, to contain everything, no vpl and v comfortable
I do have other ones for best ha ha
sardines on toast with a mug of Assam tea, thats old lady isn’t it,
in a china mug of course,
lavender anything
tutting at things of which I disapprove
saying “well I remember” more than I probably should, very old lady ish
making quiche with leftovers, or soup with chicken stock from the carcass,
reminds me of my gran, the saving bits of string, smoothing brown paper,
steaming off stamps, she didn’t waste a thing, I’m morphing into my gran