Keep shining.

We went to the ironmongers this morning, and I saw this massive tin of Brasso. I never knew it came in a large size.   Brasso always reminds me of my childhood. My brothers and I went to live with our g/parents for some time as our Mum had TB, and had to stay in hospital for many months. They had a range in the living room, and lots of brasses on the mantlepiece. My g/father used to clean  them on the kitchen table, and I used to " help" him. He used to call me shiner. I was probably more of a hindrance than a help, but it's a very special, happy memory. When we got back home J made a stew for our evening meal. Perfect comfort food to warm the cockles, as my Mum used to say.