Lovely story mgom , as you say , it would make a lovely book .
My little nan (really my gt nan and only about 4'10" tall) , moved from Northolt to Kent , after her husband died in the 40's . She and her brother bought a bungalow and grew and sold flowers to passers by to make any money they needed , and grew veg for food .
Times gone by eh ?
No plans for that cf ! At 54, those days may be nearer than i care to think ? But after the smash i had in '83 , in which i broke my neck , back , sternum , collar bones , hips , legs , wrists , jaw , cheek bones and skull , serious head injuries , taking some 15 years to get over , i now just live for today , and learn how to cope as best i can , with whatever life throws at me .
I don't believe in insurance , i either cope or i don't . 3 months after the smash i was rebuilding the house i had at the time , as well as digging a 100'x40' veg plot , and cutting all my fire wood with a bow saw , i still couldn't lift a chain saw !
Someone said that i just don't know when i am beat ! , sounds about right !
Basically , i will get by and cope till i can't carry on , then i won't be here anymore !
That's the plan , such as it is anyway .
Cheers Russ