Please note this is not posted under the Religion and Sprituality threads - just a lighthearted look at my idea of hell.
Having to wear high heels all day. Having to return to the second form at school to do sewing with the terrifying Miss Royle. Having to eat tripe and onions. Being locked in a small room with HUNTERF expounding on his pet theories. Having a TV that showed only sport.
I hope today is a bit better for you both Sewsilver. We're all here when you need to offload your frustration or just a chat to distract you for a few minutes. (((Hugs)))
Watching Mr S become more and more ill, listening to him screaming in agony and feeling utterly helpless.sorry this is meant to be a light thread! Just having a bad day. On that lighter level wearing tights, I have vowed and declared I never will again.
Losing a child, my husband's son from his first marriage died suddenly a few years ago. Losing a much loved parent is hard, but expected it's the natural order. Having a child die first heartbreaking.
I remember green tea sponge cake and green tea kit Kats at the station. Have tried to make the cake but not quite the same. Anything deep fried smells good when travelling. I never tried the deep fried spiders coated in sugar on the way up the Mekong though ..it was the hairy legs that put me off.
Were you tempted by the stuff they sell on the railway stations Stansgran. Smells lovely, appears to have corn, peas and other veg in batter and then deep fried. It smells delicious, if you are hungry, but is a huge disappointment as it is like eating rubber and then, even worse, to discover it is octopus tentacles.
And being touched by seaweed or embraced by an octopus. And a meal with squirmy things or not quite dead things on the plate with tentacles hanging over the edge.
Being accused of doing something bad and not being able to prove my innocence. I can not imagine any thing worse that being accused of child abuse or murder and no one believing you didn't do it.