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I remember when PC meant a Police Constable!

I loved the Famous Five, I wanted to be George and I'm sure Timmy started my life long love of dogs.

Ah yes, I remember those, too. And the respect (fear!) we had of a telling off from the local Bobby on his beat. He knew us all by name and our parents. We wouldn't dare misbehave when he was around!

Though, misbehaving in those days was pinching apples from the tree belonging to an old man who would shake his fist at us and that was more a dare for the overhanging ones than stripping the tree bare.
 
I honestly don’t remember my parents reading to me (I could be wrong) but I devoured books as a child and still do.

Mr L says I don’t actually read a book as I race through them and then it’s whambam thank you mamm . I read a lot of thrillers and have a good memory so once you know the outcome there really isn’t a great deal of point in going through it again. Of course childhood books were read and re read.
 
I also wanted to be a ballerina. Or a princess. Very much pissing in the wind as sadly, I also have two left feet. I am also the only woman in four generations without a lovely singing voice.

The method behind the madness is parents thinking that going through puberty will 'spoil' the child's chances of getting to be the opposite sex so they feed them puberty blockers. No one actually knows what the long-term effects of these drugs will be, especially on fertility. Many who have gone through this have said they've felt pushed by parents unwilling to accept their child's sexuality. It's more fashionable to have a trans child than a gay child.

When I worked at the GUM clinic some time ago we started seeing young women coming in asking for help. Our attached counsellor was worried about the number of girls coming in desperately trying to be gay simply because they thought identifying as a male was easier than coping with the attention from boys and men and having to cope with demands created by online porn.

I do apologise for the feminist rant again but it's not simply down to that. Where is the parenting these days for boys? Why aren't they being brought up to be respectful (not just to girls)? I understand that porn is freely available and peer pressure pushing them to look at it but why aren't parents (and schools) teaching kids that online porn imagery is as unreal as fairy tales?

If EB and Disney films are being deemed un-pc, why isn't porn? I've seen from my daughter and niece, my job at the GUM, listening to friends and reading online forums that porn has had a huge negative effect on kids of both sexes. Boys that dislike what they see and understand the harm have as rough a time from the 'macho' boys as the girls. No wonder kids are trying to escape reality.

Mental health WILL be a huge problem for the generation growing up now. Not so much because of Covid but because of lazy parents. I love the shared (and old-fashioned apparently) ideas of childhood, parenting and grand-parenting we have here. I just get depressed about the rest of the UK and the world in general.

Again, sorry for the thread hijack but I don't really have anything to add about Q's fashion that hasn't already been said 😂
I've written many times that I was fortunate to teach in a wonderful school; we had a very active pastoral team & all years had Personal Development lessons that covered a wide range of subjects including relationships. Some years I was timetabled to teach these lessons & it concerned me when siblings talked about how their fathers treated them; girls were either seen as daddy's princess or expected to do a fair amount around the house, however, boys were encouraged to be 'one of the lads' & look at girls in a certain way. I've thought for some time that this country's lost its moral compass & it's very sad.
 
Going back to MW - I'm seriously getting worried about myself. I saw another thing I really quite liked. The model came out wearing a lovely cornflower blue top (described as a popover) with a vest top trimmed with chiffon underneath. It hung really nicely and really suited the model..however the popover was £70 and the vest was £38 and that's not including two lots of p&p, so that would amount to more than £100. Do they actually want people to buy their stuff?! I've just had a close up look on the website and the vest top especially looks really poor quality..and I mean really poor quality!
 
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Going back to MW - I'm seriously getting worried about myself. I saw another thing I really quite liked. The model came out wearing a lovely cornflower blue top (described as a popover) with a vest top trimmed with chiffon underneath. It hung really nicely and really suited the model..however the popover was £70 and the vest was £29 and that's not including two lots of p&p, so that would amount to more than £100. Do they actually want people to buy their stuff?!
Is it the one that will be £86.00? If so there's one review & it's described as 'flimsy & cheap'. I bought a lagenlook popover style top from eBay, it was £15 & after 24 hours of it being in my watchlist the seller put it down to £12 as an offer price & there was no p&p. It arrived yesterday, isn't flimsy or cheap looking & looks great with jeans.
 
The best children's books I've read recently are by Hilary McKay. The first one I read was The Skylarks War, absolutely loved it & then went on to read her others; the ones about the Casson family are wonderful.
 
..talking about kids books, there was an Enid Blyton series about a group of kids that I used to love. Don't remember the name of it, but it was a group of kids who solved mysteries. One of them was called Fatty - That wouldn't be allowed in this day and age lol!

Oh, I don't know. Maybe not in polite circles but we have one very large lady in our village that suffers really dreadful abuse about her size. She's known as the 'fat woman' by everyone. Even the local newsagent puts 'FL' on the magazines she has put away.

The determination that lady has in getting around despite all the name-calling makes me wonder if she has an underlying medical condition as that kind of grit could otherwise be put to good use in saying no to food. But who knows? I think I'd probably go home and compound my misery by stuffing my face, too.

I really dislike bullies who will target overweight people and will step in and tell them to bugger off if I see it happening but maybe the Body Positivity 'movement' will put an end to it. I'm not a fan of the clear result of unhealthy eating being 'liked' on social media as it's going to lead to medical problems for that person but if it stops abuse like my local 'fat woman' suffers and helps them feel better about themselves and gives them strength to tackle their problem I suppose it's a good thing.

The explosion of obesity is down a lot (IMO) to lazy parenting again. The number of kids fed takeaways on a daily basis is astounding. And that's just people I know. All of Mr. AE's nephews and nieces are obese simply because his sisters find it easier to drive to the Chinese than cook a meal. The delivery drivers are constantly in our little street and it seems to have multiplied during lockdown when the same people ordering are moaning they're bored!
 
I loved Enid Blyton books. Mallory Towers was my favourite,my children loved the Faraway Tree books, but I fear she is no longer pc.
Another EB fan here.
I recently bought the Mallory Towers books on Audible and listen when pottering around with the housework.
Ahhh....nostalgia...
And makes a change from my preferred genre of courtroom dramas.
 
I honestly don’t remember my parents reading to me (I could be wrong) but I devoured books as a child and still do.

Mr L says I don’t actually read a book as I race through them and then it’s whambam thank you mamm . I read a lot of thrillers and have a good memory so once you know the outcome there really isn’t a great deal of point in going through it again. Of course childhood books were read and re read.

I'm the same. My parents didn't read to me either.

I could read before I started school at 4 and a half. My granny and aunt made sure I could read.

No one in my family ever read to me. I was reading Dracula and Edgar Allen Poe at 10 years old. We had reading time in class and whilst the others read Enid Blyth I was doing the Tell Tale Heart. :p

We had reading time in class, too, but like you, I was encouraged to read and write before I started school. Even as a very young child, I found it odd that some of the kids couldn't read. It wasn't dyslexia as our teachers eventually did get them to catch up.

I've written many times that I was fortunate to teach in a wonderful school; we had a very active pastoral team & all years had Personal Development lessons that covered a wide range of subjects including relationships. Some years I was timetabled to teach these lessons & it concerned me when siblings talked about how their fathers treated them; girls were either seen as daddy's princess or expected to do a fair amount around the house, however, boys were encouraged to be 'one of the lads' & look at girls in a certain way. I've thought for some time that this country's lost its moral compass & it's very sad.

My first few teachers were the best - both women. I still think fondly of them. My third was an abusive nightmare that made my last few primary years a nightmare - male.

In secondary, there were very few good teachers. I kept in touch with the really good ones until they passed away. I still keep in touch with my wonderful old form teacher.

My lovely old English teacher's favourite, Philip Larkin's This Be The Verse, is very true in so many cases. The only hope for a lot of children is a great teacher that cares - which you obviously were.
 
My big sis taught me to read before I started school. She was 7 years older than me and spent a lot of time with me because my kid brother was a sickly child, always in and out of hospital and had various health issues. I was only 9 months old when my Mum fell pregnant with him and she always said she felt guilty because he needed so much of her time.
My big sis was like a second Mum, she took me everywhere with her and I wanted to do the same things she did such as read, write, add up and draw. Consequently I was well advanced for my age and when I started school I could already do a lot of what the teachers were getting us to do.
I loved books from a very early age and spent a lot of time reading whilst Mum was looking after my brother or when she was visiting him in hospital. We had a small branch library nearby and from being 6 or 7 I`d take myself off there and borrow books. Nowadays kids of that age rarely get to the end of the driveway let alone take themselves off to the library but there were nowhere near as much traffic back then and people were keen to look out for one another, especially other peoples children.
 
I was late learning to read and was classed as "backward" until someone realised I needed glasses, as all the letters on the blackboard looked the same to me, eg e, c, o, u, v and other similar letter groups eg m, n, w etc.

My father used to "help" me but got so frustrated and angry that he always ended up shouting, so I used to try and hide my books.

When my reading got better I then devoured as many Secret Sevens and Famous Fives as I could.

I still have a pile of these.
 
My big sis taught me to read before I started school. She was 7 years older than me and spent a lot of time with me because my kid brother was a sickly child, always in and out of hospital and had various health issues. I was only 9 months old when my Mum fell pregnant with him and she always said she felt guilty because he needed so much of her time.
My big sis was like a second Mum, she took me everywhere with her and I wanted to do the same things she did such as read, write, add up and draw. Consequently I was well advanced for my age and when I started school I could already do a lot of what the teachers were getting us to do.
I loved books from a very early age and spent a lot of time reading whilst Mum was looking after my brother or when she was visiting him in hospital. We had a small branch library nearby and from being 6 or 7 I`d take myself off there and borrow books. Nowadays kids of that age rarely get to the end of the driveway let alone take themselves off to the library but there were nowhere near as much traffic back then and people were keen to look out for one another, especially other peoples children.

We have the library bus come to our village. The first time I visited a real library it transported me straight back to my childhood and the smell of the book bus.

The road through our village was busy with coal lorries and with few residents to look out for us we were all taught the road code. The older kids would always walk the younger ones to school, too.

Does anyone remember Tufty the Squirrel?
 

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