In these current rather cash strapped times in which we live I have been looking to ways of increasing my rather meagre income and am reminded of Mr Wilkins Micawber in David Copperfield who pontificated that the way to happiness was to have an annual income of £20 0s 0d but to have an expenditure of £19 0s 6d, however if one were to earn similar but to spend £20.0s 6d the end result would be utter misery. Without doubt, never was a truer word spoken.

One option to increase my earning was to connect my blog to Goodle AdSense where with the addition of a small piece of code on the site, they would have place thereupon a multitude of different advertisements which one might hope would amuse and enlighten my readers together with receiving a small remuneration for my trouble. I cannot tell you what a fuff it was to place said code between the head and head and even now I am reluctant to add the < sign as it appears to be altering the text I am typing. But, not one to give in easily and with the goal of vast wealth as an incentive I persevered and found that with the small outlaw to an online app thingy, it would give me a link which I could click to get the job done for me, which I’m fairly certain is the case as the next step was to be checked by Google for suitability. This being the case I prepared myself for some sort of test the like of a preparatory school entrance examination, but no.

A couple of days had gone by and I had forgotten completely about it when I received an email to say, my site had been examined and had been found wanting, which after all the fuffing about with interweb technical thingys was a little of a disappointment, especially as it had failed due to, low value content. This was like a knife to my heart as I obviously have a far higher opinion of my efforts to educate and entertain than they do and to make matters worse there was a handy video to watch to find out the error of my ways which I did my best to watch, but either I have a short attention span or it was an exceedinly boring information film which seemed to repeat itself on numerous occasions.

Having done my best, I was still unsure as to whether low value content refered to the quality or the quantity as I had always assumed that my blogs, although short on quantity were never short on quality, even a post about Barnie and the cone of shame has merit in its humorous content. Now, if you haven’t by now stopped reading, I have to apologise as this has been in an attempt to increase the quantity and also retain the quality hopefully without the aid of AI where it is simply done by just copying and pasting every other paragraph.

Another of the helpful suggestions in the video from Google was to persevere as Google may retest the site and to avoid sex as a topic and never to copy and paste, hence my chosen topic for today, Two massive jugs and a Fanny.

It would have made sense for me to just go the the website where I found these two massive jugs and to copy and paste the information, but as it is ‘verbotten’ I shall give a much shorter description of these splendid objects. They are two large stoneware Bartmann jugs from the Vander Sande collection and sold at the Brunk auction house in March 2025 for $1000.

Now, on to my next subject, the rather wonderful Phyllis Nan Sortain Pechey or as she was ontherwise known Fanny Cradock. She was born in Leytonstone Essex and must have come from a monied family once, although her parents did not manage money well, her mother Bjou spent extravagantly and her father, Archibald Thomas Peachey had sizable gambling debts apparently run up in Nice and where else would any gambler worth his salt run up debts?

In an attempt to keep thier creditors at bay they moved on numerous occasions, from Herne Bay to Swanage, then Bournmouth and finally to Wroxham where his creditors finally caught up with him and in 1930 her father was in Norfolk bankruptcy court with debts of £3500, a considerable sum of money in those days. Fanny was then destined to spend the next ten years in destitution in London working selling cleaning products door to door and also woking in a dressmaking shop.

She was married twice legally and twice bigamously, the last of whom was Major Johnnie Whitby Cradock who left his wife and children to be with her, he was by accounts the love of her life and they began writing a column in the Daily Telegraph called Bon Viveur from 1950 to 1955 which then led to a theatre career and finally to television for the BBC a career which lasted until 1975.

Fanny would cook and Johnnie would be in charge of the wine, a very good double act, he the slightly drunk hen pecked husband and she the domineering wife but their career ended in tears when Fanny savagely criticised the menu of a female guest on the programme. What a fabulous couple, what a fabulous tale and I hope a tale both long enough and full of quality content enough to impress the Google AdSense people.

There is only one way to end a story properly if one can and that is with an ‘and finally.’

And finally, a comment from Johnnie never to be forgotten when he said, ‘May all your doughnuts turn out like Fanny’s.’