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cya

V8Ian, Swishy answered it for me.

Cobbadog, You are a naughty boy!

Last week after we got home, my Wife phoned her Mother who said she had wondered if we were home yet but she could not call because Daughter might not be home to take the call. I asked what she thought the word "mobile" in mobile phone meant.
I then realised what Mother-In-Law meant months ago when she always phones at 7.30pm just as my Wife's favourite TV program starts. She had said that she knows that Daughter would be home to take the call at that time. She obviously did not care that my Wife missed her TV show.

Remember, this is the same woman who, when they got the internet some 25 years ago, sent a postcard by snail mail telling us her email address. When I asked why she did not email it, she replied that she had not thought of that.

Morris, there used to be a saying ''some motherrrs do have them'' but in this case it sounds like ''some daughters do have them''.

Cobbadog, You are spot on. The strange thing is that Mother-in-Law grew up as the only girl with several older brothers, who called her "Sheddie" because every time they went to the shed to work on their cars or other projects she would be with them learning and helping. When my Wife and I first met, Mother-In-Law was very knowledgeable about cars and all sorts of practical things. As an adult she worked as office girl in her Brother's Volkswagen agency and boat / outboard repair business.

Our children called her "Nanny" and I call her "Nasty Nanny" because every time She has seen me for the past 15 years, she has always said to her Daughter, "Ooh,he has washed his hair," to which I always reply "I wash my hair every time I have a shower."

We would all be rich except for greed

Bluey

Lang wrote, How Boys and then girls tell a story!
Never a truer word spoken in Jest.
Or as an old mate of mine used to say:- " The only bloke that fully understood a woman was a LIAR anyway!"
Dave_64

I remember the corned beef of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy,
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer or shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the slap on my backside,
Or the taste of soap if I swore,
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of,
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table,
And I think life was better enjoyed.