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We were driving back through France last year and just happened to drive by a WW1 Cemetery. Its was a mixed bag of countries, but mostly British. I think it was the tombstones of the unknown soldiers that affected me the most.

I sobbed my heart out and had to take a long walk around the cemetery to be able to talk again.

I don't know if I ever mentioned it but I go on the radio once a week (well, not now, the season is over and we're resting). It's a show about Scottish footy and Scotland in general and last year we were on on Poppy Day so I had prepared a tribute.
I was doing fine, told all stories, mentioned the Poppy poem, we had songs and pipes and drums but them my dad sent a message about the War Cemetery that we have here in Athens and the events of Remembrance Day and I was a cm away from crying my eyes outs. I didn't, of course, but it was so emotional and I wasn't even near a cemetery. Just the fact that some tombs are empty is killing me...

The museum at ypres made me cry.... all those horses; I'm a sucker for animals.

Hi everybody,

Just got back from the market where it seems that the world was dressed in their Sunday best, roll on Monday, I say. God, there were some sights out in the streets today, what is it they say about never having a gun when you need it? One chap was decked out in what can only be described as his 'Joseph's pyjamas of too many colours' outfit. We both looked on in horror and as he passed, hubs asked what I thought he'd look like in the said 'sick bag contents' ensemble,"LONELY" was all I could reply.

Next up on the Disney merry go round was a geriatric, sad, left over fairy from 'Sleeping Beauty'. Caraboose must have forgotten her when she broke the spell and she forever stayed 100 years old in her short pink, spangly frock, matching sparkly shoes and wand. I just hoped that someone from the home would turn up soon and take her back. "Come on Cinders love, time for tea, Buttons is waiting for you"...."OOh, chocolate Buttons?"....."If you like!"

Sitting down with some alcohol brought back some normality to my life. We watched folk walk by and loved it all. If we want to draw the other's atention to something, oh, O.K. someone, we use our aviation speak i.e. "In your 5 o'clock" which means,"If you look to your right and then slightly behind you, you will see yet another freak of nature!" Don't knock it, it works for us, saves being assaulted for being insulting in a public place.

As I watched the folk go by it occured to me that we now call overweight people, obese, morbidly obese, or calorie challenged. My mum's mum, whom I LOVED dearly was what we would now call obese, but in her day she was known as 'stout', no one uses that word anymore. It was also used to describe shoes that one could wear out and about in Paris without crippling oneself and using up a whole years supply of plasters in one go. Remember 'stout shoes' I do, my mother made me wear them every day to school and I also had to then wear them for my ballet lessons, scarred childhood, or what? "Point your toes Ballerina".... "In these shoes?" Wasn't there a song about that? Of course the other meaning , no longer in everyday parlance, for stout was as an alcoholic beverage. No one drinks 'stout' any more, its all 'slimline' this and 'slimline' that! Pubs are just not what they used to be, "I'll have a pint o'stout lad!" ...."would that women, shoes or beer?"...."Eeh, yuz a daft lad"!

Ah, life moves on but I do remember that my beloved, large, grandma had a tash, also not unusual in those days. I was only 7 years old when she died which is probably just as well because if she was was still alive she would probably be totally bemused by her granddaughter having a few stiff drinks and then zapping her, not mine, poor old upper lip with some new fangled electronic device leaving her wishing she had died all those years ago! I blame it all on his mother!

Pool is calling, see you all later,

Ballerina x

Hilarious as ever I was worried about where you'd got to. Should have known you were out drinking and eating as well probably

Ditto Wendy darling also wondered where our Ballerina was, relieved to know that all is good in the world and it is filled with an eclectic mix of people , cheers

Hello from an almost sunny Bayeux.
I shall be Chutneymaker till I get home. Although wifi is much better here, they gave us one code between the two of us - I think they only expect one laptop per pitch, not 2 and a tablet. Hub went to ask for another, but I had to choose laptop or tablet.
The thought of not having access to books was more than I could bear, so laptop and PennyForthem has been put under the bed for now. I'll just ignore her screams!
It's almost wine o'clock here in france. Lucky Ballerina being in a different time zone where it's always wine o'clock.

You will always be 'Pennyforthem' to us, enjoy your hols,

Ballerina x

Ahhhhhh on holiday and people watching

Fascinating subject the human race isn't it, the times we went to America at home I always thought on myself as being a bit overweight, or as was said earlier in the 60's would be referred to as 'stout' ........ but went to America and wow, Old Nog's not got a problem compared to a number of people there

Anyway was brought here from another thread about some of you lasses using epilators or some such weapon of torture

A number of years ago a girlfriend decided I needed some pampering and she would lie me back on the sofa and give me a shave, well I used a cutthroat razor for years, but decided it was too dodgy and gave her my safety razor to use, suitable lathered up and laid back and relaxed off she went .........

big mistake, it's bloody hard work and very uncomfortable with sticking plasters all round your bollox for a few days, didn't do that again in a rush

Crikey Nog, not sure what to say beyond that... sticking plasters?

Ballerina, there is something very appealing about the thought of being that lady in the short pink sparkly frock and not giving a damn

Hi Old Nog,

Welcome to our holiday, fun and laughter thread.Depilating is a serious business, let me tell you, anyway, enjoy being here, help yourself to some wine, pastries, cheese etc, it's all no-cal so conscience free.

Sian,

I know, I know, I was quite envious, sparkly pink frock AND chocolate buttons, awesome combination,

Ballerina x

Don't mention the cheeseboard .......

I'm a cheeseaholic, at the end of a dinner party, park the cheeseboard next to me and a bottle of red wine or port and that's it, the lot will just go

Yes, re the shaving bit, no girls it wasn't the face ........ it was meant to be a sexy nice bit of intimacy between me and the girlfriend of the time, but typical, she was cack handed and the goolies were garrotted, far from being intimate and sexy there was blood everywhere daren't tell anyone, especially at work back in the 70's ....... can you imagine 'why are you walking like John Wayne ?' well, it's like this lads, no, not on your life merciless extraction of the urine

Hmmmmmm, this thread appeals to the Old Nog sense of humour, this old warrior loves a laugh and doesn't take life too seriously

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Oh lord! Not sure I'll ever get anything done with @Old Nog and @Ballerina teaming up on the same thread! A whole gambit of emoticons while reading these pages.