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I am a bit suspicious about the 83-year old man in an advert for insurance of some kind, who says he got a medal in WWII.

And petrol that works at a "molecular level" - and there I was still thinking they put little tigers in the tank.

JessM Nooooooo. You'll be telling me that there's not Tooth Fairy soon.

Wandering off the subject a little, but about five years ago a very young social work student said to a colleague that she understood why older people would be reluctant to consider residential care because she knew they could remember the days of the workhouse.

nightowl

My nan thought, until the day she died, that you had to pass the workhouse in Horwich, on the way from Leicester, to Fleetwood. It has now become usual in our family to ask whether someone, who has gone a roundabout way to get somewhere, has passed the workhouse.

Sorry - back on topic folks!

When young I embarrassed my mother by asking a friend of hers if she could remember queen Victoria.

Actually, she could!

My GD once asked me 'What did you do in the war, Granny?' I had to laugh as it was her teacher who had told them to ask their grandparents most of whom were probably around my age. I was 4 when the war ended.

These are so funny, but I do aplologise elegran for leading us all off at a tangent

Someone always does, just like a conversation face to face.

Aplologise ??

Lovely word, nightowl!

Thank you Greatnan it feels as though it should have a meaning all of its own! Any suggestions gratefully received.

Halfway between apologise and apoplexy?

I can't visualise exactly what that state might be jeni. But you've given me something to think about

I heard, with my own ears, Carol Vorderman telling an interviewer that when she was a girl, mothers didn't work outside the home and there was no welfare state. She must be incredibly well preserved. Or confused.