My father opened Wini's door to see what she was doing late one afternoon. The sun was shining into her room as an angle that was hitting her mirror in a way that she could see the dust on it. He found her leaning over her chest of drawers with her finger on the mirror. He sat and watched to see what she was doing. Come to find out, she was writing something in the dust on her mirror.
So if you end up with her mirror sometime in the future, beware of the writings that are on the mirror!
This blog is a tribute to my lovely grandmother, Winifred Cook. These will be sayings that she has said that I thought was funny so I decided to share it :)
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