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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)
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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My mum and dad like to go skiing, motor biking and sailing.
They're quite the active couple and are always off somewhere with a large group of their friends. They like a giggle and a dance, socialising and generally getting up to mischief.
My mum has a habit of breaking herself though. We were concerned the first time when she came back with a broken thumb. She ignored it though and now it's healed and hurts her every so often. So off she goes again and falls down a mountain. Careering down the snow, headed straight for a tree, she comes to a stop just in time only to stand up, trip over her ski and fall on her face. She returns home with a buggered knee (yes, from tripping over her ski) which she ignored until it was too sore and now has all sorts of hospital visits and physiotherapy.
So off she goes on a small break to Iceland with my sister to see the wonders of the Aurora Borealis, have a pyjama party with the hotel guests and go on a horse ride over some lava fields. A good time is had by all until she falls off her horse and knocks herself unconscious. This buggers up her leg even more and she has the most ginourmous bruise on her back. They then miss the Aurora Borealis to spend some time in hospital. Upon returning she was bashed and cut, and on crutches that she nicked from the hotel, but happy with her "all better" tablets that the doctor had given her to help with the pain, dubbed thus because coming in to find my mum back in her clothes instead of the hospital gown he declared, "Ah! You're all better!".
Now her physiotherapist has given up on her for a few months until she's healed, by which point she will have been both skiing and sailing. Something she somehow neglected to tell him.
My dad tends to be the safer of the two, although he does have a habit of losing his glasses in river rapids, doing somersaults when he trips over his own skiis or accidentally skiing over people's houses on the mountains when their roofs are so covered in snow they blend in.
My parents are ace...
( , Sun 14 Feb 2010, 23:30, Reply)
They're quite the active couple and are always off somewhere with a large group of their friends. They like a giggle and a dance, socialising and generally getting up to mischief.
My mum has a habit of breaking herself though. We were concerned the first time when she came back with a broken thumb. She ignored it though and now it's healed and hurts her every so often. So off she goes again and falls down a mountain. Careering down the snow, headed straight for a tree, she comes to a stop just in time only to stand up, trip over her ski and fall on her face. She returns home with a buggered knee (yes, from tripping over her ski) which she ignored until it was too sore and now has all sorts of hospital visits and physiotherapy.
So off she goes on a small break to Iceland with my sister to see the wonders of the Aurora Borealis, have a pyjama party with the hotel guests and go on a horse ride over some lava fields. A good time is had by all until she falls off her horse and knocks herself unconscious. This buggers up her leg even more and she has the most ginourmous bruise on her back. They then miss the Aurora Borealis to spend some time in hospital. Upon returning she was bashed and cut, and on crutches that she nicked from the hotel, but happy with her "all better" tablets that the doctor had given her to help with the pain, dubbed thus because coming in to find my mum back in her clothes instead of the hospital gown he declared, "Ah! You're all better!".
Now her physiotherapist has given up on her for a few months until she's healed, by which point she will have been both skiing and sailing. Something she somehow neglected to tell him.
My dad tends to be the safer of the two, although he does have a habit of losing his glasses in river rapids, doing somersaults when he trips over his own skiis or accidentally skiing over people's houses on the mountains when their roofs are so covered in snow they blend in.
My parents are ace...
( , Sun 14 Feb 2010, 23:30, Reply)
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