Much as I laud the advent of digital cameras, there was something special about a photo booth.
Cutting the cake. It is
very grand; made by Auntie Jess (their next door neighbour.)
She apparently made the best bread & butter pudding in the world.
Nanny couldn't cook. Even she admitted it. Except Yorkshire puddings, which is weird because they are oddly easy to get wrong. Anyway, Mum used to be in and out of their house all the time, and if bread & pudding pudding was baked, Jess would give Mum some to sneak back to Grandad.
Nanny thought it was a common (poor-person) dish. But then she couldn't cook it
(Neither can I)