The Russian Dolls

Today we enjoyed a sunny interlude between rainy days (we are expecting another wet one tomorrow). We did, however splash our way to the recycling centre with 13 more bags of garden refuse, and are beginning to catch up with Martin’s collection.

Some 45 years ago I bought Becky a cluster of Russian dolls from a shop in Piccadilly arcade. Her own daughter, Flo played with them during her childhood.

In 2009 I bought Jackie a set from a stall in the precinct of St James’s Church, Piccadilly.

She now plays with them with Flo’s daughter, Ellie, as she did today.

Except that the pizza was pepperoni, this evening’s dinner was the same as yesterday with similar beverages.