My grandmother used to live in Broadstairs, near Margate, in a house called “Greenshutters.” The things I remember most about her are her stories about my grandfather. The Gold and Silver Waltz and her creamed potatoes. My grandfather, a typical Scot, used to creep downstairs in the middle of the night for a drop of whisky. But the cupboard door used to squeak, so he oiled the hinges when Grandmother was out and she dried off the oil when he was out! She also taught my Treena and me to do the quick waltz—and her creamed potatoes were a meteorologist’s delight.
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