What would you call your autobiography?

Not the Alarm Already?

Getting up in the dark to drive 30 miles to tube then hour into work......
Years of getting up to 'do the papers' at 5.15 am....
Then early breakfasts in the B&B....

Now, love being in jammies until 10 ish….. already writing it actually!!

Dress Rehearsal done and dusted

Still swimming.

Coffee?

Rebel with a Cause
Subtitled
What Next?

The car crash that was my life

Is That It?

gilly?.

Could have been memoirs of a cattle farmer too Greyduster

It annoys my DH when I say “In my next life...” admittedly I do tend to say it quite a bit whenever I think of something I would love to do, or somewhere I would love to visit .

Up To My Knees in It: Memoirs of a Fly Fishing Gran.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time!

Why?

DH says he intends to have this engraved on my gravestone as I am always saying it. So just as good as title for an autobiography

'If only......'

Not waving but drowning.

BradfordLass
It mirrors my early years. I remember all those things with a wistfulness that belies the hard truth of eleccy cuts and shortages.

Mine would be “I died to get away from that place” .

My DH was born and bred in Bradford Bradfordlass circa 1951 . He says not..... but I suspect he was a poshy. No outside loo and his dad had a CAR !

I Was There At the Beginning But Now I'm Not So Sure.
OR
Making Daisy Chains.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing

Mine is called 'Nah then Lass' and was written specifically so my sons and grandchildren would know what life and times were like for me growing up in Bradford just after the war.

Milk delivered by horse and cart; ice on the inside of my bedroom window and on my eiderdown!
Peggy purse with a biscuit wrapped in grease-proof paper for school playtime with a tiny bottle of milk.
Cod liver oil, orange juice, National Dried Milk, Virol and Bengers Food.

Helping Mum boil, poss and mangle the laundry in the cellar; counting the coal sacks as they shuttered down the shute into the cellar; Romanies coming to the door with pegs and heather; the Betterware man and maimed veterans selling wind-up toys in the street.

A lost world.

Rollercoaster!

"Jump aboard" and enjoy the ride

I like yours boat
I bet you’ve got some tales to tell.
?

"In like a lamb and out like a lion."

I should have had a life plan.