Monday 4 September 2017

Fighting talk and Gold Top

If you offered to take on Dad at a sport (eg tennis) he would often reply "That's fighting talk, that is!" much as I did when Beck challenged me to a game of pickleball on Thursday. Not a specific Dadism, I appreciate, but a phrase he favoured.

Gold Top was, of course, Jersey milk. Dad would often check if the milk was Gold Top especially if Mum served it with a dessert when cream had run out.

Pic of the day: This one's in honour of the recent Issitt Disney wedding. Which niece was the bride, Beck?