X2 Blogging

So here is my Blog and Welcome to it!

There really was a Mrs. Blomscogg - I don't know what her first name was, but Belinda sounded alliterative which is why I chose it. When my mother would go away for a few days when I was small (my father died shortly after I was born, so I'm now wondering just who she went away with.......hmmmmm?), she would leave me with Mrs. Blomscogg who had a small farm. Mrs. Blomscogg was very nice and I liked the animals (ducks, geese, dog, cats, goats) though I didn't see Mrs. Blomscogg often enough to feel comfortable telling her what I didn't like. And I didn't like the icecream she gave us. I sat with the bowl on my lap until it turned to soup and she finally said, "you don't have to eat it if you don't like it". I was so relieved. I can almost remember what flavor it was - not vanilla or chocolate or something ordinary, which I liked. I was a pretty fussy eater.

Well, I'm sure you are finding this just fascinating . . . .