Those Were Good Days.

Hi,

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Wow, I love the smell of toast in the morning….it smells like breakfast!!!

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So, here we are again on yet another WET morning, so that’s a nice change from all of the other WET days we are having this year.

Much more of this and I shall have to re-learn how to swim….just in case.

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With regard to swimming, I have never been very fond of actually going into the water as I am an ardent affectionado of paddling at the edge of the sea, actually going into water and removing my feet from the bottom is a completely different thing.

I mean who knows what there could be in the water around you.

Yuck and terror

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When I was very small we, my mum, dad, brother and I, went for a few holidays at Cullercoats, which is near to Tynemouth.

It was lovely then, with proper fisherladies selling freshly caught fish and crabs etc. from the treastle tables which were set up outside their doors.

They had long pinnies on, with knitted or crochet shawls tied tightly round their chests, and either knotted scarves on their heads or mens’ flat caps.

Their arms seemed to be massive and very very red, like their faces.

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The old-fashioned cottage where we used to stay was pulled down and seems to be fated to remain a car park now.

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One day I when we were on the beach, I threw a beach-ball and the wind carried it into the sea.

I didn’t want to lose it because I would not have been given another one so I went in after it.

The only trouble was that every time my fingers touched it, it seemed to move it further out.

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Eventually I was standing with tthe sea up to my shoulders, so I desperately had one last effort to recapture it.

Next thing I knew I was out of my depth, with seawater up my nose and in my mouth, with my feet off the bottom.

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I was terrified and went under.

Somehow I was back with my feet on the sand again and my head out of the water….and I had the ball, so I made it back to the shallows with my heart pounding so strongly that I was deafened.

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It took ages before I was able to calm down and get something to drink because my throat felt truly raw.

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Funny thing was, I nearly drowned but nobody even noticed anything at all.

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Later on, I actually did learn to swim later, after a fashion, but it was just driven by my greed for money.

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My father told me that if I learned to swim I would be given two and sixpence (that’s about 12p now) for managing a breadth in the local baths….and a ten shilling note (50p) for a full length.

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After much determined practice with my friend, at the local baths, I managed to get my father to come and watch me twice and was duly rewarded.

End of swimming, and I cannot do it now!

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I suddenly remembered my brother and I spending hours collecting a bucketful of tiny green crabs from the pools amongst the rocks and then bringing them back to show our parents.

Father was fast asleep with his hankie on his head and his shirt opened.

We looked in fascination at his incredibly hairy chest with it’s dense springy curly hair…..and without a word spoken we carefully emptied the crabs onto it.

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They disappeared quickly into the thick darkness.

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It was funny, because we waited to be punished , but not a word was ever said about the crabs.

Did he never notice!

Weird, but we got a great deal of giggling from that escapade.

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Ah, those were the days my friend.

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So, I hope that you are a bit drier where you are today, but hey, there may be rainbows!

J,x.

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