We chatted over milky coffee, ginger cake and Tunnock's Tea Cakes. Hetty behaved herself perfectly. I am not sure she would dare do anything else, Aunty Margaret can be rather stern and very formidable. She sometimes reminds me of a geordie Judge Judy.
'beauty fades, dumb is forever.' (a favourite Judge Judy truism, I just thought I'd throw that in.)
Anyway, before I left I visited Aunty Magaret's bathroom. It was the first time I had been there since I was a child. I must say, she lives in a tiny, colliery house. There is nothing ostentatious or even remotely stylish about her decor. However, I have become terribly enamored with her bathroom.
Her bathroom suite is a 1940s original. It is a vivid turquoise / jade colour. Now I know coloured bathroom suites are considered the height of naffness, but this is divine. The bathroom tiles are all envelope shaped, glossy black. So, a jade and black bathroom suite. Simply Gorgeous. It will be the inspiration for my new shower room (when I can afford it, of course, which is probably in about 25 years time).
(this is not a picture of Aunty M's bathroom, merely an artist's impression. I shall endeavour to smuggle a camera up on my next visit).