Jingle...new chapter

Phew!!!!

Oh! You are soooo meeeeean!!!!

I should have stayed out longer and made you sweat for a while jingle

I have pm'd Glass to get me out of the kack!

I think she must have gone out.

Don't panic Whatsit

Will Young is singing a very appropriate song on R2 right now!

What Ariadne?

Glass knows that was a joke!

I put the grins!!!

GLASS tell 'em, Quick!!!

Oh!

(as before)

Oh! Shove off Glass!!! Mrs Clever Clogs!!!

what sorry but this thread is about jingle

(before anyone gets offended!)

Oi!!!

Get yer own thread!

My grandmother had a little tin, in the sideboard drawer, in which she kept all her loose change. "Fetch me my little tin" was the phrase that signalled a little something. And when DH came to take me out on a Saturday (I met him when I was 14) she would always slip half a crown into his hand as we went out. She was special.

from me, too Nanban

What special memories for you, Carol.
Both sets of my grandparents had died by the time I was around, so I was especially pleased my sons had a grandma to remember .

Nanban

Butternut that reminds me of my grandmother, who was relatively poor when I was a child, but always had a sixpence in her pinny for me, and in the bottom drawer of the dresser was a treasure trove of bits of toys, incomplete jigsaws, books with no spines and a bag of marbles. I would head to that drawer every time we went to visit, and have such happy memories of playing there and being taken round the local village shops so the butcher, baker and any neighbours out shopping could see how I was growing.

I'd walk 90 miles for the chance to see my grandchildren!

Lovely memories for your boys, butty.

My sons haven't forgotten the times Grandma looked after them when I couldn't get time off work. It was a long journey to take them and bring them back, but worth every minute when I hear them remember their times with her; brown sugar on toast for breakfast, sledging on old trays and black bin liners, long walks in the bluebell woods, the sweet jar and the box of very old, tatty toys which was the first thing they went to find, and her radio. Irreplaceable .

Have to say both my mother and my in-laws used to come and support when DH was abroad, which was a lot of the time. I shall be crossing the channel to look after DGDs at half-term in a couple of weeks. Can't wait - haven't seen them since November!

I mustn't be unjust to MiL - she meant well. How's that for 'damn with faint praise'?

Sounds like my late mother.

My ILs came to stay with the children so that we could have a couple of nights away. I left plenty of food for them, but MiL didn't trust my cooking (it was mutual) and appeared to have fed them on baked beans. She also took it upon herself to scour my brand new non-stick frying pan with a Brillo pad.