Yesterday's post involving the transportation of Green Eyes put me in mind of trips to the coast with her and her mother, during the (not so) far-off days of her childhood.
On a day rather like this one - warm and sunny - we were bowling along the winding leafy lanes which carry the heavy European goods lorries from Poole into the West of England. Any foreign driver making this trip for the first time must think he has surely taken a wrong turn as he negotiates the narrow right-angle bends through Dorsetshire villages which were designed to circumnavigate vast country-house estates - by horse and cart.
We were heading for Studland Bay, looking forward to breakfast on the beach-front cafe overlooking the vast swathe of Jurassic coastline, and there was a general air of summertime holiday.
Then I heard her mum's voice in the back seat say, "No darling. You don't put bogies back into your nose once you have taken them out."
She had a great education.
"You put them under the seat".
ReplyDelete"With the chewing-gum."
Delete........ or 'eat them' !! XXXX
ReplyDeleteOMG. Blogland sinks lower and lower.
ReplyDeleteSorry Weave ..... if I hadn't said it, someone else would have ! XXXX
DeleteYou just wait, Weave.
Delete"Put them on the coat of the person in front of you"
ReplyDeleteYou sound as though you have been a bitter recipient?
DeleteWipe them on your shirt front.
ReplyDeleteAnother lesson is learned, too. When these little ones grow up they know how to say to any small child, "For heaven's sake, get a tissue!"
Us in the UK could never afford tissues in the old days. As Jack@ said, we had to eat them because we could not afford food either.
DeleteYou Tom must be have been one of the poor my Mater warned me about.
ReplyDeleteFor I certainly had two handkerchiefs about my person and three if you counted the one in the breast pocket.
My father had a knotted one on his head when we went to the seaside, Heron.
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