IT’S nearly Easter – and I haven’t got over Christmas yet.

Yes, I have taken the trimmings down, but the large box containing them is still on the landing waiting to go up in the cock oft.

Why do we still call it that, I wonder?

I do so often wish that I was the energetic, industrious type, but the phrase ‘just leave it there, I’ll do that tomorrow’ is one of my favourite sayings.

Tomorrow! Oh, the things that I am going to do on ‘the morrow’.

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I remember that my mother used to say ‘tomorrow never comes, because when it does it’s today, so, our Margaret, you just get cracking’.

My name Margaret means a pearl, not that I have ever got my full name, it was always shortened one way or another, to Meg, Maggie, Peg, or ‘Hey you!’ With my brothers it was always ‘Our Kid’ and they always teased me, saying ‘your name might mean a pearl but you are definitely not out of the oyster yet’ .

My two brothers, Tom and Alfred, are alas, no longer with us, but I think of them often.

Tomorrow – yes one of those – is the day I have set aside to clear out my shoe cupboard.

I have always had a thing about shoes, probably it started when I was working at Newman’s slipper factory and modelled them at shoe shows.

They asked me to model the shoes before they found out that I took a size seven, the manufacturers usually wanted girls with small feet, but, good for the factory, they didn’t back down and I got the job.

A power machinist was a job that I really loved. It was reasonably skilful – and social, too – all the girls sat next to one another.

Plus, there was the add bonus, of the job being piece work, so it was up to you how much you earned.

I thought that piece work took away the boredom, as you were in constant competition with yourself, to better yesterday’s output.

I love second hand shops, jumble sales and all that sort of stuff.

Why? Perhaps it’s the thrill of the chase, or the thought that one time you might just stumble on something really different, really valuable.

Well, that’s my excuse, by my son Andrew says ‘what a load of rubbish; let’s face it, you just like routing about and nosing in a pile of stuff that other people have had the good sense to throw out’.

Well, I guess that I must plead guilty as charged, because I do.