What a load of laughs you've all given me this morning. We can all be relieved that we aren't alone. My story isn't mine but mum's. She was 16 and it was just after the war. Her parents had taken in a 3 year old French evacuee that swore worse than a trooper. She was taking him out in his pushchair when she came across some young men repairing the road - and there was some horse manure in front of them. She quickly pointed out the 'mud'. As they passed the workmen, the little one said 'look Sylvie, not s**t eh, mud!' And she quickly scurried past the young men.
Gifts for grandchildren’s boy/girlfriends
Are books a thing of the past ?
Wes Streeting announces we have 1,000 days to prepare for war.



