People's well meant comments can be devastating in your teens. I remember the awfulness of being told I had a Roman nose. That Roman obviously had a lot of nose to go around, and I remember wishing I could be in a mild car crash so I could get my nose rebuilt, less Roman. Being a teen is horrible!
I remember an aunt phoning to explain that my teenaged cousin had taken a tumble from her horse and needed to have a nose op ...... oh yeah? Very convenient that
Her brother doesn't recall anything about said tumble but remembers his sister's nose op ................ the thing is, if said aunt hadn't felt the need to phone around the family and explain we'd probably never have noticed J's nose ......... but now, every time we see her, even 45 years later ................
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Yeah, I couldn't ride or afford a horse. It was car crash or, more likely in real life, slamming my face on those long metal bars which used to go above the hard seats on the bus as it lurched and slammed the brakes on all the way to school.
Yes, i saw a tv programme, where a couple were borrowing money at ridiculous interest rates, to buy prezzies for kids. The interest would have kept them fed for a year. I know which I'd choose. As a kid, we always got pretty cheap presents, but we never went hungry.
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Clothes as presents are a complete minefield - too big or small and it is insulting, too old fashioned or not trendy enough...
Chocolates used to be fine but now everyone's dieting. Alcohol was always my safety net present.
Whereas I on the other hand will take any amount of trowels and dibbers - any condition, flowery or pink, don't care.
Year after year I get aftershave.. I've had a beard for 40 years.
Frankie, even back in the days when I was nearly as slim as Wonky is now, my 33" inside leg measurement precluded a need for 'petite'
And there is no way that Wonky has her Nana's bum ...... and she doesn't have mine either
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
WW - you have your Nana's bum!!
People's well meant comments can be devastating in your teens. I remember the awfulness of being told I had a Roman nose. That Roman obviously had a lot of nose to go around, and I remember wishing I could be in a mild car crash so I could get my nose rebuilt, less Roman. Being a teen is horrible!
Bob - chuckles. I don't think most people think through the whole 'after = shave' thing!
But I have bought an in-law a fine bottle of aftershave - West Indian Lime - so let's hope he hasn't decided to become a hipster.
I remember an aunt phoning to explain that my teenaged cousin had taken a tumble from her horse and needed to have a nose op ...... oh yeah? Very convenient that
Her brother doesn't recall anything about said tumble but remembers his sister's nose op ................ the thing is, if said aunt hadn't felt the need to phone around the family and explain we'd probably never have noticed J's nose ......... but now, every time we see her, even 45 years later ................
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Yeah, I couldn't ride or afford a horse. It was car crash or, more likely in real life, slamming my face on those long metal bars which used to go above the hard seats on the bus as it lurched and slammed the brakes on all the way to school.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Yes, i saw a tv programme, where a couple were borrowing money at ridiculous interest rates, to buy prezzies for kids. The interest would have kept them fed for a year. I know which I'd choose. As a kid, we always got pretty cheap presents, but we never went hungry.