Talking on other threads about childhood things always reminds me of childhood tv
I watched, with an extra soundtrack from my nan,sitting next to me..who was always either -
Clinking her rosary beads as she did decades of the rosary..
Rustling sweet papers from the sweets n chocs she kept stuffed down the side of " her" chair so she didnt have to offer us one..
Whispering noises as she read to herself but half aloud all the nightly Deaths in the local paper
PS she was convinced Mr Ed cdnt be a real horse " because he could speak!"
I watched, with an extra soundtrack from my nan,sitting next to me..who was always either -
Clinking her rosary beads as she did decades of the rosary..
Rustling sweet papers from the sweets n chocs she kept stuffed down the side of " her" chair so she didnt have to offer us one..
Whispering noises as she read to herself but half aloud all the nightly Deaths in the local paper
PS she was convinced Mr Ed cdnt be a real horse " because he could speak!"