Sometimes when I'm out and about I see an interesting woman of a certain age and wonder if she could be a Gransnetter. I was in London recently and kept bumping into someone who wore patterned leggings, an orange fleece and had short bright hair. She looked feisty (but all in the best possible taste). I even imagined a particular Gransnetter for that one.
Good idea, Grannylin! After all, jeni a diamond necklace might look a bit ostentatious in Tesco Sainsbury's. A badge thing would be more discreet...(still diamond-encrusted, of course!).
I'm not going round in a pinny! Got to keep some standards, jeni! The trouble with funny handshakes is that if you started chatting to someone in the supermarket who you suspected might be a GNer, it would be a bit odd to offer to shake their hand, mid-conversation...
Once a medical student always a medical student! I seem to remember that they were the most rambunctious bunch in the whole university in my day. Don't think they ever quite grow up.
"When I'm an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit, and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals and say we have no money for butter..." I just love this poem by Jenny Joseph!