My information has been relayed as gossip etc for decades. I have been listening to Camilla Tominey today who is always respectful. However I believe this is another case of trying to shut somebody down.
Having experienced mass pile-ons al few times myself. my response would be,
“What was he supposed to do?”
His mother was KILLED by media attention. He sees his wife being subjected to the same behaviour and he acts to protect her.
Maybe Prince Harry’s book is not a literary masterpiece but it is his story and should be respected as such.
If there is one thing I understand it is finding yourself rapidly pregnant a long way from home. among people totally obsessed with your husband. In my case add misogyny to the mix!! FYI Y’all nearly killed me and my daughter. All the people who were suddenly so protective of her at school made me sick. You weren’t interested in protecting her in a life or death situation! You came within a hair’s breadth of killing us both!
⚠ Sarcasm Ahead!
Where was the united front when Harry and Meghan needed it? I hope I haven’t taken that remark out of context! He did what he swore in front of the whole world to do. HE PROTECTED HIS WIFE!
Visiting my Grandmother was a lovely experience for me.. I am so glad I spent so much time with her and had listened to her stories.
She had been an attractive and cheeky redhead, whose fiery temperament at the time had led her into a few misadventures(including the time she had left her brother and his friends up a tree, when she had been posted as a lookout, whilst they had helped themselves to apples(scrumping)).
She had led an interesting life and I loved to learn her perspective on the historical periods, through which she had lived.
My Grandmother recalled the horrors of WW1, including having had a. brother who was gassed at the Somme however she could also recount some of her more light-hearted memories from the period.
Recently I was recalling for my children how she had accidentally joined up in WW1. She was looking for work and when she saw an opportunity to gain employment as a waitress, she had taken it.
She later discovered she was actually working for the military. I never learned more about her time as a waitress for the air force of the time. (My Grandfather had been in the Royal Flying Corps) yet she had never mentioned their paths crossing then. I believe Granddad had discovered her working behind the counter in Woolworths.
She had also worked as a waitress during her time there. She used to recount with pride how she had once served The Mr F.W. Woolworth. (Frank Winfield Woolworth).
I also worked at Woolworth’s/ Woollies at one stage.it was my first real job. I was fifteen. I must have met some annoying people but on the whole I enjoyed it,
I remember being terrified when I was asked to keep guard over the expensive items. I had patrolled up and down the aisle like an over zealous policeman.
I see he died in 1919, so my grandmother would have likely been a teenager at the time.
I believe he had been over from America. Much to her delight, he had given her a gold sovereign as a tip, which she had secretly stashed away, only to have to give it to her mother – She was one of eight children and every day was a struggle for survival for the family.
It is amazing to me(and also a little scary) the idea that anybody could accidentally find themselves doing military service. Did she sign something?, though I doubt my Grandmother was the only one who found her way into the military this way.
My grandmother came from a family of eight children. They were fun and had a great sense of humour. One of the daughters of my nan’s brothers had used to keep a sign in book for any visitors who used their toilet. You were supposed to leave some small change in a box if I remember correctly. People would leave notes. One of the classics was:
“Sorry false alarm. It was only wind!”
We had a doodleart poster in our toilet in America. To use our toilet you had to be prepared to do some colouring in and sign the poster. We had loads of visitors so it was rapidly being coloured in.
By my estimation, I have heard from every continent except Antarctica. (I know that plenty of people live there. I had a friend who lived there for three years. His letters which had talked about fur seals and penguins, had made me quite excited about Antarctica.) If any of you do actually live there, please let me know. I would love to hear from you. I do realise different areas are parts of different countries.
If my friend is anything to go by, he will probably love hearing from people. I remember the time he(my friend) wrote about all the mail getting accidentally dropped in the freezing water and how it had had to be rescued. Thank goodness for email.
Thank you Google Translate.(If I have got any of this wrong-I used Google Translate.)
“To talk of many things: Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax– Of cabbages–and kings”
Yesterday’s post about queues grew out of a conversation I had with one of my youngsters. It is interesting how often we are influenced by a past, of which we have we have little or no personal knowledge. I have therefore decided to share a little more about my experiences settling into another culture.
On my first trip to Australia. I had the touching experience of being welcomed by relatives, to whom I was a total stranger. I had been met with great hospitality. Back in England, I came to understand that Australians are also generally very open to visiting people they don’t know. Out of the blue, we would be contacted by a friend of a friend of a friend, who had wanted to stay with us in the UK. An Australian friend has since explained that this willingnesss to visit strangers and to accept strangers into their homes, had stemmed from the era when getting anywhere could take weeks. People would readily open their abodes to people, who were travelling around this vast (much of it is still sparsely populated) country.
Australians in common with many from warmer climes tend to flee the UK in droves once the leaves start turning brown. In truth many people struggle with a UK Winter. On the flip side, Australians have often stared at me in disbelief, when I recount that on my first visit here, I had willingly traversed The Outback in the Summer heat. AS A GENERAL RULE, DON’T DO IT!
While still living in the UK, I had begun learning to adapt to Australian culture. I would listen as Australians who had stayed with us, had tried to wrap their head around the issues which had puzzled or confused them.
Things like why do we put plastic bowls in our sinks?
I really don’t know the answer but I still do it.
I have had to try to explain things to my offspring- things like why we sing at football matches. I might not like football in general (Don’t get me started about my struggles to understand Aussie Rules football.) but I have nonetheless attended one UK football match and one Australian Rules football match. During my solitary football/soccer experience- watching Portsmouth(Pompey) go up the first division, I had witnessed people climbing poles and a pitch invasion. I also still remember Millwall (warning contains some strong language).
It is probably different now-no apparently not! I just checked You Tube.) Australian Rules football games are usually very safe. You’ll Never Walk Alone (originally by Gerry & The Pacemakers) can still reduce me to tears.
Hillsboro Disaster How It Happened In 1989I will never forget seeing young girls faces as they were being crushed against the fence. I can’t remember ever seeing anything so terrible unfold in front of us on TV. We rarely used to watch football but I am still haunted by the face of a young girl whose face was crushed up against the fence. We saw this as it happened.
To this day, if I see somebody stick their arm out at a bus stop, I think,
This is another one of my British foibles. As I explain to people, if you don’t stick your arm out in the UK, the bus will just sail by, as we have something called request stops.(see video below) Mind blowingly buses would not infrequently speed by, even if your arm was stuck out resolutely. I remember the story of this wonderful bus driver, who had decided to skip stopping to pick up passengers completely, in his determination to keep to his schedule.
Let’s not forget among my bus adventures I have sat atop an open top bus as it sped along a motorway at 70mph, travelled at the top of a double decker bus between London and Portsmouth for a visit to The Feading Reading Centre and wound up being ill and sat at the top of a bus where the driver had appeared to want to terrify us by stopping more inches from the back bumper of the car ahead.
It is so interesting to learn how other nations perceive us. I once went to a talk given by a very famous Australian woman, who had mentioned her frustration with our British love of meetings, whereas she had wanted to just to get on and do things. Australians also bemoan our whinging (complaining), although I have to say I listened to a fair amount of whinging from Aussies, who had struggled with some of our British customs, while they were visiting the UK.
For my part I have always been mystified by the LACK OF OVERFLOWS on Australian sinks an and locks on toilet and bathroom doors. THE WATER ALSO FLOWS DOWN THE SINK IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. My parents had found this particularly challenging, when they had come for a visit. My father said he had felt he needed to adopt the habit of singing while he was in the bathroom. We did eventually install locks ourselves, in later years.
Family members once lived somewhere, where they would get up every morning to find light bulbs carefully removed and placed on a surface. Haunted Houses in Hampshire My Grandfather used to work at Hurst Castle. (I have a very sensible friend who told us his mother used to dabble in ouji boards. He would turn white when talking about it.
He said, “I saw things in that house,,,” My daughter who was a toddler at the time, started screaming one day and said there was a black man in her bedroom. When I looked there was nobody there.
One of my youngsters loves Harry Potter. Suddenly I had been asked about treacle tart. I said I felt I had failed as a mother. Had I really never introduced my children, to the rare delicacy, that is treacle tart?
Pork pies (a very British indulgence) are one of my guilty pleasures. You can easily buy pork pies here, if you know where to look. Every now and again, I suddenly get a desperate longing for a pork pie. It (the pork pie) often doesn’t even make it home, as it is usually an urge I have to satisfy right there and then.
My children had also found UK driving really fast. I don’t know whether that’s British or just my family.
I have always tried to explain my cultural differences – or as they consider them “idiosyncracies” I think that is how we teach people to be more open and accepting of each other. There are some brilliant videos on You Tube, which we will sit and watch together occasionally, to help demonstrate some of my more British issues.
There is often a bit of negotiation involved, although I sometimes feel I get a raw deal, frequently having to watch a full half hour of videos in exchange for one of my five minute “gems.”(Please see video below.)
There is often a bit of negotiation involved, although I sometimes feel I get a raw deal, frequently having to watch a full half hour of videos in exchange.. I’ll watch your videos, if you watch mine.
Nobody has pressed the off switch, Coronavirus has not suddenly disappeared. It is still with us and probably will be for the foreseeable future.
We have been told to socially distance. Lives are on the line.
I am one of the boring people trying to do the right thing. At least one of my followers had a refrigerated truck, which was being used as a makeshift morgue, parked virtually outside her apartment. That was New York. In Europe the numbers impacted have been terrifying.
March 2020-March 2o20 Seems to be what Coid had started to take off round the world.
This is not about the protests, which while not ideal, seem to have largely been conducted responsibly. I am just talking about good ‘ole -fashioned stupidity.
Stupid is a word I generally ban in my presence but in this instance, it is justified. One and a half metres guys. It is not exactly an impossible request. Call me all the names you want. It is not about me. It is about somebody’s mum, somebody’s pop – anybody who might not be hospitalised or worse, left fighting for every breath, because we all got bored with social distancing.
It is about the doctors and nurses, who have died at a disproportionate rate worldwide.
I joke about my ex boyfriend rifling through the sewing cupboard and betting us five pounds that he could get colleague to sew on a button. I no longer find this funny since learning about Cluster Bs. He had once told me I wouldn’t like him if he stopped running, He was always surrounded by a cluster of supportive females. He had also left me to my own devices while climbing Mount Snowdon. His friends had chastised him for it.
If You Creep Up On Me, you are taking your life in your hands!
My abuse has been ongoing. They do subtle things so that they have plausible deniability. He sent my bowel screening check which I believe had been removed from our garden whilst I was in the process of moving t let me know he knew my address.
It felt like when Julia Roberts went to her cupboard in Sleeping withThe Enemy and found her cans all neatly stacked again. I am in rebellion still about having to have everything perfect.