In my last blog entry I told you all about our Tin Bath days.....I forgot to mention this little episode, which got me and my brother into lots of trouble, but now when I think about it, it makes me giggle (though I shouldn't laugh really).

It was a winters night....a Friday, Bath night.
We had all been bathed and were sitting round in the warm kitchen, the fire was roaring and though our faces were rosy from exposure to the heat, our bums and backs were cold.
Ma asked...

Yes, I can remember that slogan......I can remember too the green goo in the Amami bottles. But before the amami could be put on the hair there was a ritual to follow.

The copper was filled with water from the only tap we had in the house.....cold, of course.
The water heater on the side of the big kitchen range was also filled.
The gas ring under the copper was lit with a long taper......and it made a sort of 'Whoomf' sound when you lit it. Our copper was a Slaxone, and...

I was mentioning in one of the comments that I have a Crystal ball.
It was bought for me by the nurses who worked for me on my ward.....they bought it as a Christmas present way back in 1988.
It was a complete and total surprise....something that I would never ever have bought for myself, but something which I cherish.

My staff used to think that I was quite spooky. I could predict things....pregnancies, sometimes the girls were shocked and would say 'No, you are wrong...

Yes, we do...we need more people who will blog on a regular basis.
Who will tell us about their lives. Not only the good bits, but the bits that they find frustrating, the bits that make them mad, the bits that make them sad, the bits that lift their spirits.

If we had people who would do this then all of the blogs would be better....why?
because other peoples experiences trigger memories of your own.
We would get to read these wonderful entries and they would enrich...

We took Tiddler to Blackburn today...though I said I wouldn't because he had another tantrum at school yesterday....but hubby went actoss the road to his house and mentioned that we were going out.....the lad wanted to come, and hubby, of course, said yes.
I wish he would ask me first....because he would not have been allowed to go if I had had my way.
I sat him down before we went out and laid out the rules....no Tantrums....if we went in a toyshop there were to be no shenanigans when...