Mrs Liveinabin tells us: My mum told me to eat my vegetables, or I wouldn't get any pudding. I'm 32 and told her I could do what I like. I ate my vegetables. Tell us about mums.
(, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:21)
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Mind you, standing in a cemetery on the top of a hill and being blasted by the icy, North Sea wind wasn't exactly the scenario I had in mind.
Still, at least Mum didn't disapprove.
(, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 23:46, 1 reply)
It's no better taking the grandchildren to 'meet' Nanna - my girls just complained of wet feet (she's in a damp Cumbrian church yard) and my son sobbed for what she's missed (ie them and their other cousins)
(, Fri 12 Feb 2010, 16:10, closed)
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