Also, you answered a question that I was going to ask about how much support you had when considering university.
My mother - Tweed perfume.
My father - Scotch.
My beloved Gran - Oil of Ulay.
My childhood - freesias - my father grew them commercially.
Oh for heavens sake - I posted inbetween those two to say sorry I put the first comment on the wrong post...
I only made it as far as the fig trees. The princesses love it when figs are in season and daddy will consent to paying 50 cents each for them.
Gee - you'd have to pay out a lot money here Bob. My trees at one point last summer were producing 8 pounds a day. (Want a working holiday helping me process them?)
Yes Caroline, I was supported, My mum didn't take much convincing. She and the Virgin one - QEI not a bad image - she even had reddish hair and looked a bit like her - did a pincher movement on my dad.
lovely thought - or sense rather - provoking post, and yes morphess, it IS oil of ulay for my mum! had forgotten that smell entirely. thanks for all the nice things you've said on mine, and i have now blogrolled you granny p. thanks for your link! if you love art -which it seems you do - would you link to shifting light (my beloved's) too???? (am i too bold?...). by the way where are you exactly, in a canary island???oooooh yum.
ooooooops how embarassing, since you comment so often on mine i thought you linked to me, but you don't so forgive all these horrid presumptions (eeek crawl)....
Am putting you on NOW Ruth - tis pure template shyness I haven't made it till now;' not reluctance. Thanks for nice statements. Oil of Ulay. uumn
Which has puzzlelingly (is there such a word?) changed it's name to Oil of Olay.
Can't believe I forgot Pears soap for my father.
HAHA, pincher movement. My father - who was at Cambridge hinself, was fairly horrified at the thought of me going there. There were lots of dark remarks about 'blue stockings'...
Yes Caroline - that rings many bells - I'll write about that in next post. My family cry was 'stop being so highbrow..'
I am taking it that your twin did not go up?
You are dead right. She was a scientist manque - the other side of the brain - we were, though technically not identical, mirror twins (me left hand, she right - her hair grew one way, mine the other. etc. etc. One friend said: if you two were rolled into one you'd have everything...' Or words to that effect.) But the nice lady's school we went to had minimal science so alongside me she was the thicko. She made up for it by going to LSE aged 35 as a single mother - would have got a first but for her other responsibilities. Then went to Oxford to do her PhD. Which she didn't quite get because she refused to do 2 more weeks on her thesis (it was between law and sociology and of course neither side saw enough of their discipline.. Academics!!) When she was dying she said it was the one thing she regretted. She got an M.lit instead. The obstinacy was typical .. she was the one of us most like our dad. Anyway: because I went to Oxford, parents couldn't afford to send her to London to do a seccy. course. She had to live at home and go to some potty little place locally. You can imagine what that did to an already tricky relationship....My other half? Hers? Growl. Don't get me wrong though. We loved each other.
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