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22 August 2009

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I like the sound of a park opposite the house but without the litter. Eating, especially this constant grazing, in public is quite a new phenomenon. We would probably have been expelled from our convent schools if caught doing such an unladylike thing. It would have been on a par with going out without one's gloves!

Careful, you may have to rename the blog '16 Going On 60! Did they not sell bags of broken biscuits down your way, when you were a child? I don't think they had invented fast food in the '60s, when I was a teenager in Liverpool. In fact, I think they had only just invented teenagers!

Oh yes, M, almost a hanging offence at my convent school.

Sleepyjohn - yes, you might think that I'd had an unwelcome attack of fogeyness, so hope I have redeemed myself in today's post. Broken biscuits? How could I not remember? Sold by the pound out of a box at our local grocer, Pearks. (I think I used to go there just to swoon over Ronnie, the delivery boy.) But despite being on the tightest of budgets, my dear mama wouldn't buy broken biscuits, in case people thought we could not afford whole ones . . .

My mother was very strict about not littering. Once, when she drove a bunch of kids to a baseball game, we stopped for milkshakes on the way home. One of the kids pitched his empty cup out the window. My mother pulled over to the shoulder of the highway & we waited until he walked back about a mile to retrieve it. It was obvious that the idea of not just pitching your trash anywhere was a new concept to that kid. And I did notice the same thing when my son was in little league. How many parents would sit on the bleachers and not say a word when junior would toss his empty soft drink cup on the ground. I would then stand up, retrieve the cup & put it in the trash can, then turn around and look directly at the parents. They were embarassed & would often apologize, but why didn't they teach their children better manners?

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