And they (my boys) will tell y’all this, if y’all’d ever bothered to get to know me/us – Every night, religiously, I’d take my boys to bed and read them a story.
So many books. BUT – when I started reading them The Famous Five by Enid Blyton and got to Aunt Fanny for the third time, I had to stop.
FFS. They were only 5 and 6 years old and still giggled at Aunt Fanny. Why?
She NEVER made me laugh at their age. Confused : o(
BTW – the Welsh part of our family put fear of being stopped at the Welcome to England sign by hordes of armed police (?) who’d extort £1,000 from them for visiting us, before US!
Now. TODAY. We have hordes of armed police (see above) on the Lancashire/Yorkshire border.
What? Really? And peeps are still falling for this STOOOOOOPID?
WTF?
Angry Vibe?
Damn Aunt Fanny right!
Hidden History Research 