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Lou - we must be twins then roflmao

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Gerri, All I can say about that Christine in Edinburgh is thank god I never had her nursing me PMSL. Pat x

What a laugh!! My mum thought I did some naughty things as I child, but I will show her the rest of this thread so that she realises I was a little angel. Mind you, if I was naughty, it was completely her fault ... I was left emotionally scarred for life on the day she walked out of Woollies with her shopping and up the road thinking 'I'm sure I came out this morning with more than this ... oh yes, I was pushing a pram'. When she got back to Woollies, fortunately I was still there :)) The most famous family tale about me is when I was at playgroup and a little boy was having far too long a turn in the pedal car for my liking. So I went up, lifted the side of the car (Muscle Girl) and tipped him out. When he started to cry, the teacher came over to find out what was wrong, and there was I, with my arm round him hugging him and saying 'oh dear miss, Kevin's crying, what's the matter Kevin?' Mandy (aka Mrs Innocent)

round about 1943 there were loads of bombed houses where I lived and we kids used to have "wars" throwing chunks of the 'muck' plaster across the road at each other, yep u guessed it I was the one that threw a chunk of Hard stuff,and a car happened to run into it...........smashing the window, I was dragged to my house and got a sound thrashing........didnt do it again...

I got barred from Waitrose in Sheen. My Mum used to go shopping and leave my brother and I at the back of the tills to wait for her. I sussed that if I cried and went to a store worker telling them I was lost they would give me sweets. They eventually asked my Mum not to bring me in again. I must have been only about four or five. I also tried cooking a baked potato in a tree. There was a hole in a tree so I got my potato, wrapped it in foil, popped it in the tree and started trying to light a fire. Someone must have seen what I was upto and along came a policeman to tell me off. Now my Dad was a civil servant working for the Police so my brother told me the police man knew Dad and that I was in for it. The thought of that was worse than the actualy ticking off. The worst thing I did was as a 16 year old. I decided to climb out of my bedroom window to spend New Years Eve with my boyfriend. When I got back home about 4am I was quite suprised to find my bedroom window had been locked (obviously not how I had left it) I tried waking my brother up by throwing stones at his window but he's since told me he was ignoring me. I had to wait until 7am when my Dad was up and had taken the chain off the door before I could walk in and pretend I'd been for an early morning walk. I wasn't believed for one second but funnily enough I was never punished. Waiting for it was agonising though. Naomi

One Christmas I begged and pleaded to Father Christmas to bring me a red tricycle. Of course I did'nt get one, but the boy next door did. It was bright red with chrome trimmings and it shone in the daylight and it even had a boot. It was just what I had wanted. I asked him if I could have a go and he said No. I sat on the step in the front garden watching him riding it up and down the pavement, biding my time. Eventually he went indoors leaving the beautiful bike outside. I sprang into action, leapt on it and pedelled as fast as I could down the road before crashing it into a wall. (No comments please about women drivers, I was six) It ended up in a sorry state, bashed and scratched. I got severly belted on the bottom for stealing. Jo.