Pam and I went to the nursery near Crossgates last week and then popped down the road to The Thomas Shop at Penybont, for a cup of tea and a piece of home-made cake (Victoria Sponge, very good it was too). This is the back of the shop - I said to Pam, I can remember having a bath in a tin bath like the ones on the wall. The coal fire would be burning warmly, and the bath filled up and the folding clothes horse put around it, draped in a blanket to keep off the draughts. MUCH better than the icy bathroom! Note that wooden panel in the top window - perhaps it was the children's room and if it got hot in summer they would open that to let air in, but the children still couldn't escape! Never seen its like before.
I slept badly so am absolutely tired out today and resting up. I'm weepy too as a kind gesture from the vets brought the tears back. A little note saying they knew how much I lived and cared for Theo, with a small packet of Forget-me-nots to plant, and his paw prints inside the card. That finished me off completely. I collect his ashes later this week, which will be difficult. I think I shall just sit and read and watch something easy on the tv.