It's DH's birthday today and DD popped in before going to work to drop off a present. She had a quick scan through his cards and asked me why I'd signed mine, 'Love from Mrs. Aintree Iron'. 
Since his stroke DH has problems tying shoe and boot laces (dodgy vision) so as I'm still bendy, I reach down and oblige. He then (without fail) bursts into a rendition of, 'Thank You Very Much, Mrs. Aintree Iron.' 
DD may well be confused because not only do we have no connections to Liverpool, I know that in a short time it will join many others in the bin of silly nicknames only to be replaced by another one.
God knows where he gets them from.
Hexham - is it a nice place to retire to - cousin retiring there?




