Is the butter dish for you, Flo?
Edited to add: coffee and cake are good. Better even than lunch, perhaps...
Edited to add: coffee and cake are good. Better even than lunch, perhaps...



and nah…I never wore it either…socks right up until 6th form…and beyond. Still can’t stand stockings or tights.






Gloomy here. I do put the edges in a separate bag Nicos, you're not dreaming. I did wonder if it was appreciated - obviously not by you Bren! The butter dish is for me Snoop. I've not found one in a charity shop, so Have bought one new. It's got cows on it
Have a good day




Ours were navy. How could anyone think it was appropriate for classes of teenage girls to wear just PE pants and airtex tops in a gym that was mostly glass on the side that faced the street. I hated gym unless it was the end of term and we got to play "pirates". As for the (cold) communal showers
Our gym/games teachers all seemed to be chain smoking sadists who dedicated their lives to making our lives as miserable as they could.

. Reading some of the comments today I must say that I am glad I am not a woman, having to wear corsets, or buttons to hold up stockings, fortunately the socks that boys wore stayed up by themselves, though by the end of the day there was usually a bright red ring round the lower leg where the socks were digging into the skin, and talking of red ring on legs, that reminds me of wearing ankle socks with your wellies, you always got a red ring where the rubber was rubbing against your legs, though it wasnt long till you discovered that folding down the tops stopped that, even today though I wear long trousers, when wearing wellies I fold the tops down, some habits are hard to break. Enjoy the rest of the day and keep smiling





Dear me…

It looks very miserable outdoors. While I was making coffee, I was watching a well wrapped up neighbour walking his dog. I suddenly realised that the trees are completely devoid of leaves now. Bleak and desolate are words that spring to mind. I found myself humming "Forever Autumn" from the War of the World's. A happy memory of listening to it for the first time in a workmates Mini on the way to Leeds. It must have made an impression on me.
I can remember the music and the car but not the lad's name
, although I do remember he dolloped tomato ketchup on everything he ate. How fickle memory can be.
. Even now I can remember how unfair life seemed. In the school holidays I got a live-in summer job in a small hotel at the seaside when I was sixteen. To be treated completely as an adult for the first time was amazing. I have no memory of my 18th birthday ...... I'm not sure why.
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