Mary Bridget's kitchen

A hard morning has left me exhausted and a bit grumpy :( grey and drizzly, rampant infants,  no help and sticking with copious amounts of PVA - bad move. Walking home two things of note - a mink carrying a squealing rabbit ran across my path, and then a few moments later someone shot at something very close to me, I could smell the gunpowder but saw nothing. Both a bit disturbing. Then, once home, I  had to make a difficult phone call to the card company and be firm. The reprints were promised nearly three weeks ago, and yes there have been Bank Holidays but they should have been here by now. They haven't even been sent yet. Grrrr. I'm looking at other possibilities as we need another 12 images reprinted and have another 12 new one ready for action. And the season is very short - blink and you've  missed it!

A quick nip down to you know where!! Wonderfully calm yet a door had been closed since yesterday which made me wonder. Anyway, this is forGuiri/A Spanish Life Guiri/ as promised.  This is, or was, Mary Bridget's kitchen. A sizeable room with a large fireplace, little cupboard for the salt and other things that needed to be kept dry, and a bigger cupboard for crockery. Most of the crockery is still in situ but I think the alarming red rubber glove is new! I'm sure there would have been a big wooden settle near the fire but that's gone.  The religious statues remain. Do you know there are helpful sites which aid identifying this kind of thing!! I've been looking at some - quite astonishing and I think I can identify two of the statues! On the far right is St Theresa, in the middle is St Anthony but I don't know who the little guy is on the far right - he seems to be a child, carrying another child (Jesus?). Are there any religious statue experts out there?? Scattered around the room are other odds and ends including a child's copy book from the 1950s, an old handbag, a squashed straw hat with a black ribbon, and a brown Betty teapot.

The  hay bales and some large containers of kerosene are all that hints at recent use. The rickety stairs (still not quite brave enough to go up those) are to the left of the hay bales and next to them is a small door into the scullery. The parlour is across the way.
A chilled evening is in order.