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Tuesday, 06 July 2021


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As far as I know I have absolutely no Highland Scots ancestors but the piece of music which brings me undone every time is "Flowers of the Forest" played by a lone piper.

I first heard it at a service funeral way back in 1960 and unfortunately have heard it all too often in the following 34 years.

A crochet is what my gran used to make wooden baby bonnets and a quaver is on of those horrible puffy cheesy things. You’re welcome.

I always thought that a crochet was a female crotch and a quaver was a cheesey potato crisp. But then, I've led s sheltered life

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