I had to visit her, rhubarb & custard, aspidistra and horse-hair chairs.
Visiting Tooting never made me feel happy.
Funny old lady, she lived originally in World's End Chelsea, when she died she owned 2 houses overlooking Wandsworth Common.
But my memory is of her running out in the street to gather up the 'horse sh*t for the roses.
As all did the other old ladies, when the Indians moved in, I asked how she gone on with them ?
She loved them and their recipes they also ran out when the horses came down the street.
"Rag Bone, Rag Bone"
She started to lose it at 80 accusing me once of pushing her down some steps.
But I never forget how no racial prejudice ever entered into their, her or my mind....
