Remember these guys from the good old 1970s sitcoms! I have to admit to having an absolute devotion to Wendy Craig, something to do with Wendy reading to me as a tiny child from a record Mum put on at bedtime!! I think it was Beatrix Potter stories and the voice of Squirrel Nutkin as read by Wendy Craig was pure legend....I can still hear her now...as I would drift off to sleep in a usually freezing cold fire station house in Sheepsfoot hill! here in Malton.
(Sadly this is her but not Beatrix Potter; the album is pictured below)
The trains would be in the distance and the sound of Wendy chattering away in my ears!
No idea where my mother went while Wendy was reading my bedtime stories but perhaps to get a cuppa....bless you mum xx
Note to oneself, on complaining of the cold though, Mary-Rose....remember Sheepsfoot fire station house and the icicles on the inside of the room...oh yes those 1970 winters were absolutely nithering! (Yorkshire for blummin cold)!! Many times dad had to dig us out of the snow!
Anyway to explain to my good readers that I am studying bible type stuff and I thought I would share with you my thoughts to the heavenly one about my precious Wendy Craig!
I hope you enjoy my little essay and I wish you all a dreamy night and stay warm and cosy xx
Mary-Rose xx
My prayer
Father
I would like to offer up a prayer for the gift of flourishment!
At the start of my year…. I was not a gifted cook and I would super stress inside the kitchen…. I am a
little scared of cooking…. unfortunately, many years ago some trauma with a cooking lesson at
school….one which cannot be mentioned…. although Father you know my forgetfulness and the
accidental burning of the pan handle….
I could mention the near possibility of burning down the school home economics room….and father
you know the shame this bought to my mother….and the detention with many lines that came to
me…. line 1…you will not burn our school down…. repeat!
However, after the offer of extra art lessons and no further admittance to the school kitchen, the
cookery teacher and my mother were suitably calmed and life carried on.
I wonder if anyone can remember the sitcom, Butterflies and lovely Wendy Craig who played
housewife Ria from the 1970s…. Ria was my hero…Ria was pretty and she burnt dinner and she was
still loved…I wanted to be Ria…..even if it meant uncooked Turkey…Ria was cool.
Father, you know that despite the disastrous cooking and the paranoia of folk around me, if I even
thought of trying anything adventurous in the kitchen, lips would be pursed and tut tuts
emitted…however father you knew that I would try to be a little better eventually and this sad and
tragic year, the Covid year, was the time Ria has finally taken a backseat and Mary-Rose has got her
baking hat on….
Father, I am pleased to say that I have flourished in the kitchen…I have baked….I have cooked many
different meals and most importantly they tasted okay….sorry Ria…you may not be my hero
anymore and I may just have grown up a little bit now but my cake is good….it sits expectantly under
a coating of port and sherry……waiting for the crown of marzipan and Icing….no cherry on top but a
tiny little Christmas Robin awaits his perch on top of my Christmas Cake….
Mother would finally be proud and my cookery teacher surprised!
Ria you are my hero secretly but I am glad I made this cake….it is a new beginning and my flourish
moment
Father you are the reason I can do the things I do and I do them in love for you….
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