Wild Geese Fibres

When I was a child I was surrounded by Babas.
My own Granny, my great Aunty, my cousin’s Granny… All of them were called Baba. They were old, old ladies. They wore skirts down to their feet, and aprons, and babushkas. And walked with a stick (that could be swung at a kid’s backside when they [...]

(I know it’s been forever since I posted, but I am ignoring that and just carrying on)
 So, yesterday, there I am downstairs, putting some laundry through.  I head back upstairs, and think “Strange, the floor is wet.  It wasn’t wet when I came down 15 minutes ago.”
I holler at the old guy to come and take a look.  [...]