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Ethel Crimble
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East Angle, via Manchester, of Cumbrian birth. Few redeeming features. Ex dementia carer. Ex career coach. Speaks a couple of forrin languages. Likes hard boiled eggs and slivovits. Champion of ultra low speed dieting.
Shan't repost it but this was such, such fun last month.
September 24, 2025 at 2:49 PM
I spotted this beauty in a posh cafe yesterday. Rosewater syrup and pistachios, maybe cardamom, but a dough based pastry rather than baklava.
Loaded with calories so I decided to eat it before 7am.
All gone now. Num num.
September 16, 2025 at 5:30 AM
If I could ever remember a time when my parents lived in York and it didn't rain...
Didn't matter. I'm here with my 2 nieces in law enjoying myself bigly. Hadn't seen one for 18 years. The 3 of us have never been altogether before. We may do it again!❤️
September 15, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Wandering through the library waiting for someone and I found this.
It's so good. Really really good.
August 26, 2025 at 7:58 PM
Healing garden. Very calming and nice. Hinchingbrooke Hospital.
Every hospital should have one.
The therapy doggy was there too.
August 20, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Terrific evening, enhanced by wine.
Pizza Express Dean St Soho.
Omer Puente.
So good.
August 13, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Just been in the Lindt chocolate shop. Expensive therapy for the soul.
No, I'm not sharing it.
August 13, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Did this for 20 years as a London commuter. With a 2 hour commute, why wouldn't I? Nothing new about it. Restaurants and bars were always fuller early evening.
August 5, 2025 at 9:40 AM
Someone bought a new jacket the other day.
August 2, 2025 at 7:57 AM
I loved being on this footbridge this week. It's the Detroit bridge. To the right, it looks down to The Lowry and Media City in Salford.
August 2, 2025 at 7:54 AM
On a paving flag next to St Peter's Square in Manchester this week.
It's fading since I first saw it, but still lovely.
August 2, 2025 at 7:44 AM
So delighted to see these little people at teatime, on the river in Ely. At this stage a clutch of 6 cygnets has usually been predated by egrets, herons, foxes etc. Or attacked by a parent. But here they are. Mamma seems pleased.
July 8, 2025 at 6:18 PM
From the bridge towards the old rooftops, on the way to Ethel's old office.
Quite a view.
June 24, 2025 at 2:07 PM
And down by the river in Ely..They waited until I'd gone away before they appeared.😍
June 22, 2025 at 3:48 PM
If I had a brain I might still be dangerous. A friend lent me this book weeks ago and it languished in my car boot. Having just come back from coastal Suffolk, I decided to read it after emptying my boot. Doh.
It's about coastal Suffolk, and it's a gorgeous read. Do give it a go.
June 18, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Amused to spot this in my room, as I go out for supper. And yes, I have closed my windows.
June 16, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Walked round Southwold late this afternoon. Haven't been for ages. Love this footpath. Bracing but uplifting.
June 14, 2025 at 6:54 PM
These are buttery and delicious. Easing back into my diet, I reckon I can have one a day- look through to the red blocks behind. That's the saturated fat content.😂
June 5, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Cartland must have been very much a woman of her time, and class, though quirky.
Nowadays we'd call her an activist, or politically engaged.
May 30, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Some Cartlandisms. Quite a woman.
May 30, 2025 at 12:10 PM
In Bury St Edmunds to see a band called Kroke at the Apex. Paddington Bear is right in front of me having a marmie sarnie.
May 9, 2025 at 5:23 PM
This is from Guernsey. My father was there, on a shallow water minesweeper that swept the harbour before the larger boat came in to dock.
May 9, 2025 at 8:45 AM
Born in 1921, 7 May was Ma's birthday. This was her 97th. It shows her attacking a piece of gateau at 10.30am in Pat Val, before mine had even arrived.
She hadn't wanted to go in, so I positioned her wheelchair in front of the window displaying the cakes, and hey presto.
Behold the woman.
May 7, 2025 at 8:28 AM
April 12, 2025 at 8:32 AM
The last time I came to Tebay with my mother, she sat contentedly. She was a farmer's daughter so I assumed she was watching the sheep through the plate glass window. 'Look' she said: 'Cuckoo flowers.'
If she hadn't, I might never have known what a cuckooflower was.
April 4, 2025 at 9:54 AM