A Little Help for the Lovely Mrs J

This report will be a little short. Mainly because the stew I promised the brother is currently sitting in the fridge in the form of uncooked vegetables. I can see the frustration in his eyes as his belly rumbles.

But this morning was lovely. Lovely because I got to meet the very lovely and warm Mrs J. Having taken a Sunday morning trundle over the Heath, I arrived at Mrs J's to be greeted with smiles and a meticulously laid out list of essentials.

A quick jaunt over to the big Sainos in Lee for the food and to the handiest of handy places, Selectric in Blackheath village, for the insect spray (Mrs J is a having a few battles with unwelcome visitors), and I was back at Mrs J's. We shot the breeze (at a safe distance) as I unpacked her purchases, which gave me the joy of hearing about Mrs J's childhood as a publican's daughter. One of her Dad's pubs was opposite the Old Vic in Waterloo and Mrs J would spend her days soaking up time with stars of the stage and silver screen. Who knew that Laurence Olivier was a touch grumpy, eh..!?

Thank you to Mrs J for giving a little sun to my Weekend.

Nice one.