Common
Freddy Woo writes, "My wife thinks calling the front room a lounge is common. Worse, a friend of hers recently admonished her daughter for calling a toilet, a toilet. Lavatory darling. It's lavatory."
My own mother refused to let me use the word 'oblong' instead of 'rectangle'. Which is just odd, to be honest.
What stuff do you think is common?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2008, 16:06)
Freddy Woo writes, "My wife thinks calling the front room a lounge is common. Worse, a friend of hers recently admonished her daughter for calling a toilet, a toilet. Lavatory darling. It's lavatory."
My own mother refused to let me use the word 'oblong' instead of 'rectangle'. Which is just odd, to be honest.
What stuff do you think is common?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2008, 16:06)
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The Joy of Haven
I've been lurking around these parts for a while. I’m well overdue to take the plunge so here goes!
My partner's brother has down’s and enjoys caravan holidays and bingo (amongst other things), to combine the two we decided to take him to Haven. That's common right there you may think and you'd be right!
However amongst the general commonness of the camp itself and its patron’s one family stood out.
We were enjoying a refreshing beverage in the outside section of one of the bars when they appeared. It was the mother I noticed first as she was displaying a most impressive muffin top which sported a strangely hypnotic array of stretch marks. Now I can understand that this is possibly one of the things that can happen as a result of having a child, but why would you feel the need to display them to the world?
A short while later her child decided it needed to go to the loo and the mother directed the child to go behind the glass door into the bar! (which itself was all glass fronted)
What really got me, and we didn’t know till later, was the fact that the child’s father was just inside the bar door and not more than 30 feet away from the toilets.
The poor child seemed a bit distraught at the whole procedure as he came up to his gran crying and said “I weeed on myself.” She brushed the wee off his tracky bottoms with her hand and went back to drinking/smoking.
Classy!
( , Tue 21 Oct 2008, 15:52, Reply)
I've been lurking around these parts for a while. I’m well overdue to take the plunge so here goes!
My partner's brother has down’s and enjoys caravan holidays and bingo (amongst other things), to combine the two we decided to take him to Haven. That's common right there you may think and you'd be right!
However amongst the general commonness of the camp itself and its patron’s one family stood out.
We were enjoying a refreshing beverage in the outside section of one of the bars when they appeared. It was the mother I noticed first as she was displaying a most impressive muffin top which sported a strangely hypnotic array of stretch marks. Now I can understand that this is possibly one of the things that can happen as a result of having a child, but why would you feel the need to display them to the world?
A short while later her child decided it needed to go to the loo and the mother directed the child to go behind the glass door into the bar! (which itself was all glass fronted)
What really got me, and we didn’t know till later, was the fact that the child’s father was just inside the bar door and not more than 30 feet away from the toilets.
The poor child seemed a bit distraught at the whole procedure as he came up to his gran crying and said “I weeed on myself.” She brushed the wee off his tracky bottoms with her hand and went back to drinking/smoking.
Classy!
( , Tue 21 Oct 2008, 15:52, Reply)
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