Good Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night!

I don't have any family, Jen, apart from my brother, whose kids think I'm nuts now! There are no future generations to read or care about my memories - or anyone (apart from my brother) to remind me of them. So I want to do it for myself!
It'll only be happy stuff, nothing sad -  don't want to remember anything that makes me miserable. I intend to be the daft old bat, sitting in the corner, laughing, until the end.

• Unfortunately one of my saddest moments is reading through Helen's hand written recipe books she had picked up from the net or television. I must have about 20 books full of her hand written recipes, most of which she never got around to cooking. I must admit Some of the recipes she tried out on me were gross  (she couldn't eat spicy food) but I ate them with a smile on my face! She once mde me a chilly that she served me while I was lying under a van welding it in the snow. The snow all around me seemed to melt instantly as I ate it, it was so hot. When she asked what it was llke I said "It was just what I needed to keep warm". Thankfully she never made me another chillie-con-carnie!