I was making myself a cup of soup last night and as I reached for the soup bowl I realised I had to write about it! Strange I know one of my favourite things in my kitchen are the two old soup bowls that I got from Nana.
I look at these and am taken back in time of when I used to sit with Granddad and Nana and have soup for lunch. I remember toast cut into fingers and yummy soup but mainly it was the times I spent staying with them. I was lucky that my family lived close and we had that kind of time to spend with them. Granddad died when I was 8 but I do have some good memories of him. He went way too early and Nana was on her own for so long afterwards.