Where has the day gone ?  I've been fiddling around with flickr trying to make sense of it , uploading photos from my visit to Manchester, Bradford , Idle and Saltaire. This while waiting for the " cooker guys " who finally carted away my old cooker and installed the new one which I then had to "prepare " by turning the oven on at 200C for an hour and the hot plates on full for 5 minutes. After that , wiping the oven clean with a damp cloth and washing the oven trays . That done , I  made myself a very late cooked breakffast at around 3pm,

Anyway , thought you might like to see pics of my mum's house.
It's the house where i was born , many moons ago ,  In fact both my sisters and I were all born at home. I was first waiting till the day my parents moved in to be born. I was nearly a month late too. The house is very dear to me. It's held us all through thick and thin and its walls soaked with memories. I don't know how long my mum , no 83 , will be able to stay there and manage it on her own. There are a lot of stairs , four flights to be precise , but she manages very well. A feisty , pint size lady she is, my mum. Active , Practical and down to earth . Always doing something  apart from when she is watching her programmes: Countdown, Eggheads, Emmerdale, Corry  and snooker when that's on. She's addicted to that .

Front, back , upstairs and downstairs. Inside and out. Bless this house for holding us all for for over fifty years.