Yup. Doing this saves me about a fiver every twenty years.
waste not want not, every drip of fuel from the petrol nozzle, every smear of honey from the jar, every cornflake from the packet e.t.c doubt that I have saved a penny from doing it but I can't stand waste.
Yup. Doing this saves me about a fiver every twenty years.
I don't think that Textese is about writing words faster (although abreviations help). It's a new language and some people enjoy using it. It's like a slang that makes people feel part of a club and they get a kick off the sense of belonging - in the way of a dialect shared by a region. Like any slang, problems come when you can't switch it off and stop using it for situations where it's not appropriate.
Yup. Doing this saves me about a fiver every twenty years.
It's interesting reading about people's influences. My father grew up in abject poverty and arrived as part of the Windrush generation in the 1950s to England. He had a very 'make do and mend' approach. My mum was a child in the war. Even though I am a child of the 70s, both world wars were still very present in the air. It's striking to think that I was born closer to WW2 than to the present day. I'm sure that sense of war being close has gone now for kids growing up in England if their parents were not caught up in wars.
I guess for some people the influence comes out in wanting to grow veg for their family, or making clothes, or repairing machinery. For me it has come out as crafting, and buillding resilient community as a way to get through tough times.
I love Dorothy L Sayers and am permanently inspired by William Morris. She was inspired by him too. I love this part of a lecture she gave in 1941. It seems prescient and spot on. Plus ca change.
Yup. Doing this saves me about a fiver every twenty years.
I do use texting abbreviations at time, but that is to keep my word count within a single message! I’m far too frugal (mean!) to splash out on a second message when one will do! Was well trained in school English lessons on how to précis, but it’s still handy to use the occasional abbreviation. @Fire, we also had to economise with clothing. Apart from school uniform, and my underwear ( regulation navy blue knickers) virtually all my clothes came from jumble sales or hand me downs from family friends. If my mother had had the time, I’m sure she would have made more of our clothes, but I do remember her sewing me a party dress ( by hand) from a remnant of red fabric, with white Broderie Anglais down the front. It was very much admired by my friends and their mothers, who hadn’t seen anything as pretty in the shops! My dad told me that when he was first courting my mother, she made him a pair of very fashionable Oxford bags type trousers out of an old army blanket, and he promptly decided that she was the girl for him! Must have been pretty scratchy though! We all slept under army blankets for much of my childhood, and I always dreaded the nights when my one set of nylon sheets were in the wash, and we had the blankets directly on top of us. Probably why I still relish ‘clean sheet night’ so much, the luxury of fresh cotton has never worn off.
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@Fire, we also had to economise with clothing. Apart from school uniform, and my underwear ( regulation navy blue knickers) virtually all my clothes came from jumble sales or hand me downs from family friends. If my mother had had the time, I’m sure she would have made more of our clothes, but I do remember her sewing me a party dress ( by hand) from a remnant of red fabric, with white Broderie Anglais down the front. It was very much admired by my friends and their mothers, who hadn’t seen anything as pretty in the shops!
My dad told me that when he was first courting my mother, she made him a pair of very fashionable Oxford bags type trousers out of an old army blanket, and he promptly decided that she was the girl for him! Must have been pretty scratchy though! We all slept under army blankets for much of my childhood, and I always dreaded the nights when my one set of nylon sheets were in the wash, and we had the blankets directly on top of us. Probably why I still relish ‘clean sheet night’ so much, the luxury of fresh cotton has never worn off.