Who Better to Know?

I popped in to have a cuppa with my dear friend Marita the other day. As we were chatting, she suddenly put her hand up and said ‘Sigourney (her nick-name for me, went from weaver to that!) I’ve got this warty thing on my hand’.   I immediately offered to purchase said wart. Marita had never heard of this ‘old wives tale’, and to be honest I have no idea where, why or how I knew about it.   I purchased the... Read More