Gosh this brought back an amusing (now memory).
When I was in junior school (c.1963 I’m thinking) I was walking home with my younger sister. (Okay, it was only round 2 corners but I felt so grownup!).
Anyway as we approached the ice cream van (we were never allowed after school) there was a huge crowd. Someone called Mr. Churchill was talking. Canvassing for votes and people were queuing for his autograph.
I hadn’t an igloo who he was but joined the queue and proudly presented my autographed piece of paper to mummy when we arrived home. She was cross, said he wasn’t a nice man and threw the precious (to me) paper in the tidy bin.
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Cookery books and other books - are you keeping them ?
Is it normal to talk to yourself?


