Jean came over and we braved going through some ruined boxes that had been in storage for years. Everything in them was water damaged, except for the one thing she was looking for---a photograph of her mother and father. Pangman, I believe, but don't quote me.
Mother looks like she's doing a bit of sewing. Jean couldn't do anything genteel like that at all---no harpsichord playing or embroidery for her!
Reminds me of when I used to cook for Lord and Lady Gordon of Montreal when they came down to stay at their son Peter's house. Ask them. I'm sure they won't remember me. It was the late 80's. All very nice. Very nice indeed. My wiener schnitzel was to die for.