Derek, the heads was a Navy term originally a small platform with if you were lucky a bit of canvas hung over the Bows of the ship, it was situated in the Heads and I imagine lead to a lot of constipation. The army called the holes in the ground behind the camp Heads as some had a wooden log to sit on some were squat but not after drinking and the odd one or two had some canvas around them. If there was a rush it was a toss up heads you got a seat and canvas to put your tail on, tails it was let it all hang out. Being modest in the forces was not the way to go, says he who dived into the Suez Canal starkers at the narrowest part in front of a bus full of Waaf's fifty odd yards across on the other side. My excuse was i did not see them but boy it raised a cheer. Fairygirl Scran was an old Geordie word for food which I would assume came from over the border the number of times those blokes in skirts came our way, as with many words in our language in these parts possibly Nordic as we are supposed to be mainly Viking stock.
Laughing at your post Derek! I am guilty of everything. I think it's in some women's nature they they feel the need to do these things. I do my son a lunch every day as he tells me it's so expensive to eat out in London. Of course, if I do it for him, it costs nothing. I'm an old mother hen. Yes, I know he will survive if I don't do these things, but I can't help myself.
I do joke about my girls but they're perfectly capable in most ways although it would be nice if they got off their a%*$* now and again and offered rather than having to be asked! Older one is very good at putting flat pack furniture together- maybe I should hire her out especially as there's not so many chimneys nowadays to send them up.. Frank that's interesting about the Heads thing- you learn something new every day!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Enjoyed reading these posts. I used to work very hard at keeping this thread going, but I feel now it has acquired a life of its own.
My son's room at home was always a tip but now he is neat and fastidious and keeps everything in order. I used to climb over his stuff to get to the bed to change it. Why do one's children do this?
GG, I have a wonderful vision of you picking your way through the rubble to get to the bed. I, on the other hand, clean it up as I run the risk if breaking my bones.
Came over here to have a rant. This is Brumbulls fault as he has just mentioned mobile phones on another thread. My mobile phone is for emergencies only. Hate text messages and find I am half way through answering when another alert sounds because I'm slow. I am trying to find a placard for my front door like the ones in Doctors' surgeries, which tell you to turn them off beyond this point. I find it so rude when, halfway through a conversation, whoever is visiting breaks off and starts having a chat with someone else. As for those who think we all want to hear their conversations, we don't. My daughter has, on several occasions, sent out an SOS to my two sons, both work in London, to say I am not answering my mobile. They then start worrying in case I am laying spark out on the floor!! Great for having when you're travelling, etc, but is it really necessary to constantly be chatting on them?
Don't get me started on the mobile phones!!Younger daughter uses hers all the time and older one never switches hers on and I don't know which is worse! Have to say that older one has got better since starting uni and is quite good at getting things for me in Glasgow as I hate town and would rather rip my liver out with a rusty hook than go there GG my older daughter has filed all her financial bits and pieces in separate folders....I must be getting through to her at last! The removal men did laugh at the amount of stuff going into her bedroom when we moved though... are boys more untidy??? My girls are sometimes awful but they do at least hang up their clean washing after years of nagging them.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Mobile B@#@##@ phones, I had a house full Saturday all talking and comparing the latest black-bush or co2 or whatever they are called, Mine is only £35 a month and a free phone?? no it is not free you are paying for it. Mine only costs £17 a month? yes but how much did you pay for the phone. Well mine a bargain buy shell phone six years ago for £26 pay as you go last year cost me £20 I top up £10 and get £10 free plus they text me every week to top up again for more free time, I have not used last years yet. The beauity being in Scotland mine was the only phone getting a signal in some places, the fancy ones were useless. Today I had another house full, a daughters birthday and again phones going every five minutes, it is a wonder she had time to blow out the candles on guess what? A b@@ carrot cake, I managed to force some down and smile yuck. I love my family although at times I feel like rolling out the barbed wire and erecting the Ikea machine gun post then fighting them off, saying that by the time I erected an Ikea guard post I would probably have been invaded.
Frank is that a new recipe for carrot cake? . What you need is a moat-those Tory MPs know all about them....I'm worried that you're going to have a seizure! I keep making the mistake of moving house and telling the kids where I've moved to...
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Can't stand mobile phones either. For me they're a useful emergency tool if I'm stuck somewhere or am waiting to meet someone who's late. They are not a life enhancing gadget or an every day need. Nobody I know is so important they need to be on the end of a phone 24/7 and it's rude to let the ringing and chat interfere with and intrude on valuable family and social time.
Teenager's room is another point of frustration. I'm fed up with picking clothes off the floor and having tto pick my way through the obstacle course of detritus as though I were negotiating a minefield so I've told her I am buying no new clothes till she can look after what she already has and anything I do find on the floor goes in the bin as it's clearly not wanted.
She's been "cleaning" her own room for over a year and gets to do the landing and spare bedroom too. Since I went in for my first foot op at the end of Jan, she also makes her own lunch for school. If she doesn't tell us she's run out of rolls or fillings she has to buy lunch with her own money.
Hard work trying to get a teenager to organise itself!
Never buying KEA furniture again. I'd rather buy second hand made from proper wood and do it up. It's usually much more attracive, sturdier and cheaper too. My last buy was red Billy bookshelves. OK so they were an interim measure while I find real ones but they've flipping well bent under the weight of real books!
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Derek, the heads was a Navy term originally a small platform with if you were lucky a bit of canvas hung over the Bows of the ship, it was situated in the Heads and I imagine lead to a lot of constipation.
The army called the holes in the ground behind the camp Heads as some had a wooden log to sit on some were squat but not after drinking and the odd one or two had some canvas around them. If there was a rush it was a toss up heads you got a seat and canvas to put your tail on, tails it was let it all hang out. Being modest in the forces was not the way to go, says he who dived into the Suez Canal starkers at the narrowest part in front of a bus full of Waaf's fifty odd yards across on the other side. My excuse was i did not see them but boy it raised a cheer.
Fairygirl Scran was an old Geordie word for food which I would assume came from over the border the number of times those blokes in skirts came our way, as with many words in our language in these parts possibly Nordic as we are supposed to be mainly Viking stock.
Frank.
Frank , thank you Alway's wonderd .
Laughing at your post Derek! I am guilty of everything. I think it's in some women's nature they they feel the need to do these things. I do my son a lunch every day as he tells me it's so expensive to eat out in London. Of course, if I do it for him, it costs nothing.
I'm an old mother hen. Yes, I know he will survive if I don't do these things, but I can't help myself.
Just off to make his bed.
I do joke about my girls but they're perfectly capable in most ways although it would be nice if they got off their a%*$* now and again and offered rather than having to be asked! Older one is very good at putting flat pack furniture together- maybe I should hire her out especially as there's not so many chimneys nowadays to send them up.. Frank that's interesting about the Heads thing- you learn something new every day!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Enjoyed reading these posts. I used to work very hard at keeping this thread going, but I feel now it has acquired a life of its own.
My son's room at home was always a tip but now he is neat and fastidious and keeps everything in order. I used to climb over his stuff to get to the bed to change it. Why do one's children do this?
GG, I have a wonderful vision of you picking your way through the rubble to get to the bed. I, on the other hand, clean it up as I run the risk if breaking my bones.
Came over here to have a rant. This is Brumbulls fault as he has just mentioned mobile phones on another thread. My mobile phone is for emergencies only. Hate text messages and find I am half way through answering when another alert sounds because I'm slow. I am trying to find a placard for my front door like the ones in Doctors' surgeries, which tell you to turn them off beyond this point. I find it so rude when, halfway through a conversation, whoever is visiting breaks off and starts having a chat with someone else. As for those who think we all want to hear their conversations, we don't. My daughter has, on several occasions, sent out an SOS to my two sons, both work in London, to say I am not answering my mobile. They then start worrying in case I am laying spark out on the floor!! Great for having when you're travelling, etc, but is it really necessary to constantly be chatting on them?
Don't get me started on the mobile phones!!Younger daughter uses hers all the time and older one never switches hers on and I don't know which is worse! Have to say that older one has got better since starting uni and is quite good at getting things for me in Glasgow as I hate town and would rather rip my liver out with a rusty hook than go there
GG my older daughter has filed all her financial bits and pieces in separate folders....I must be getting through to her at last! The removal men did laugh at the amount of stuff going into her bedroom when we moved though
... are boys more untidy??? My girls are sometimes awful but they do at least hang up their clean washing after years of nagging them.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Mobile B@#@##@ phones, I had a house full Saturday all talking and comparing the latest black-bush or co2 or whatever they are called, Mine is only £35 a month and a free phone?? no it is not free you are paying for it.
Mine only costs £17 a month? yes but how much did you pay for the phone.
Well mine a bargain buy shell phone six years ago for £26 pay as you go last year cost me £20 I top up £10 and get £10 free plus they text me every week to top up again for more free time, I have not used last years yet. The beauity being in Scotland mine was the only phone getting a signal in some places, the fancy ones were useless.
Today I had another house full, a daughters birthday and again phones going every five minutes, it is a wonder she had time to blow out the candles on guess what? A b@@ carrot cake, I managed to force some down and smile yuck.
I love my family although at times I feel like rolling out the barbed wire and erecting the Ikea machine gun post then fighting them off, saying that by the time I erected an Ikea guard post I would probably have been invaded.
Frank.
Frank is that a new recipe for carrot cake?
. What you need is a moat-those Tory MPs know all about them....I'm worried that you're going to have a seizure! I keep making the mistake of moving house and telling the kids where I've moved to...
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Can't stand mobile phones either. For me they're a useful emergency tool if I'm stuck somewhere or am waiting to meet someone who's late. They are not a life enhancing gadget or an every day need. Nobody I know is so important they need to be on the end of a phone 24/7 and it's rude to let the ringing and chat interfere with and intrude on valuable family and social time.
Teenager's room is another point of frustration. I'm fed up with picking clothes off the floor and having tto pick my way through the obstacle course of detritus as though I were negotiating a minefield so I've told her I am buying no new clothes till she can look after what she already has and anything I do find on the floor goes in the bin as it's clearly not wanted.
She's been "cleaning" her own room for over a year and gets to do the landing and spare bedroom too. Since I went in for my first foot op at the end of Jan, she also makes her own lunch for school. If she doesn't tell us she's run out of rolls or fillings she has to buy lunch with her own money.
Hard work trying to get a teenager to organise itself!
Never buying KEA furniture again. I'd rather buy second hand made from proper wood and do it up. It's usually much more attracive, sturdier and cheaper too. My last buy was red Billy bookshelves. OK so they were an interim measure while I find real ones but they've flipping well bent under the weight of real books!