Tag: Memory Lane
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Spider, Spider
“Incy wincy spider crawled across the wallIncy wincy spider doesn’t care at allAs incy wincy spider know I won’t squash himOr squish him with a tissue and throw him in the bin.” Despite being terrified of spiders as a child — and for good reason, living abroad meant we were in contact with monsters that…
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Doing the hustle …
Inspired by Jim Mitchell’s post, I Really Hate My Dumb Job, in which he talks about the time he went to Hollywood and almost got a job on radio. I dug deep into my past life. I had quite a few side gigs back in the day, especially when I was stationed in Germany during…
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You’ve Got Mail
I was reading Veronique’s post titled, Just A Small Town Girl, and smiled at all her lovely doodles. But there was one that caught my eye and then, brought a lump to my throat. It featured a stamp and the words, Post Air Mail. And it hit me. I hadn’t had any real mail from…
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Life Choices
Having talked about what my dad did for a living for most of his adult life—and yes, while it’s true he once kicked a bomb, the truth is he worked as a Master Armourer in the military. My mother, on the other hand, was the homemaker. Partly because having six kids meant my mother was…
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Sunday Lunches
I miss Sunday lunch at my mother’s house. Not just because she made one of the best roast dinners, but because there was always a game of cards afterwards, or an old black and white movie to watch together. And yes, we were the only one’s out of all the family that indulged in this…
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Sliders
No, not Sliders the TV show from way back when. But ice cream. A specific ice cream from my childhood. I have fond memories of a time whenever my father was deployed in the UK in between postings abroad, mostly to do training courses as a Master Armourer, he often had these short postings of…
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My Dad Kicked Bombs For a Living
As a child growing up I use to tell friends, “… my dad kicks bombs for a living.” when asked the inevitable stupid question, ‘what does your dad do for a living.’ One because I was never sure at first what it was my dad did actually do and had overheard him talking to someone and…
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Life After Death
Or, surviving the loss of my parents. Surviving a loved one’s death can only be personal and subjective. We all react differently, we all perceive differently, we all emote differently. Some feel the loss more keenly than others, some not so much. But one thing you can be sure of is, the loss of a…
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My Sister & Other Phenomena
My sister breaks things. It’s a fact—a family fact. She doesn’t just break ordinary things like you or I might do; dishes, glassware, bones in our body, no. My sister breaks things like, the internet. What? Oh, okay, so maybe it wasn’t her, per se, who caused Google to have a nervous breakdown the other…
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Jelly Baby Girl
One of my all-time favourite sweets as a child were Bassetts Jelly Babies. And I mean the original flour dusted version, not the more recent Maynards version. As anyone who is a regular reader to this blog might know by now is, most of my favourite things have came to me by way of my…