How we knew it was biscuit baking time

When I went to my nans house and there was a baking tray next to her front door, I knew, she's on. The trays were always placed there to cool down so they could be used again. And yesterday, when I was baking I looked out of my kitchen door and there she would have been, placing them trays where they stood. She is so far away now, but also so close.