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I did think it was this Tuesday too, until I checked with tesco.  Because in the olden days, remember when we were all kids? Pancake day was always the Tuesday during half term.  OOOh that's just reminded me of a great pancake day tragedy story from when I was 10, my poor friend Joanne got in soooooo much trouble off her Mam.

Cinds
Originally Posted by Cinds:

I did think it was this Tuesday too, until I checked with tesco.  Because in the olden days, remember when we were all kids? Pancake day was always the Tuesday during half term.  OOOh that's just reminded me of a great pancake day tragedy story from when I was 10, my poor friend Joanne got in soooooo much trouble off her Mam.

Oooo! 

FM
Originally Posted by nuts:
Originally Posted by Cinds:

I did think it was this Tuesday too, until I checked with tesco.  Because in the olden days, remember when we were all kids? Pancake day was always the Tuesday during half term.  OOOh that's just reminded me of a great pancake day tragedy story from when I was 10, my poor friend Joanne got in soooooo much trouble off her Mam.

Oooo! 

I'm going to tell you about poor Joanne & her sister was involved too.  Their Mother had just bought them the latest fashion shoes, (if I recall correctly they were called - well in Meadowfield Durham 1981 they were - Granny Shoes - you know laced up bit of a heel).  

 

ANYWAY, Joanne and her sister came down to my house to play during the day and I took them over to the 'seggers' (the seggers was a bit of waste land next to my house where a brick factory had once stood)...........so we were plodging around there and this wagon (imagine Stephen Kings - Maximum Overdrive) started chasing us....on hindsight it was just turning round.  But we ran away like the little girls we were and ended up stuck in this huge mud pool.  

 

There was no-one...NO-ONE around to help us, not even Lassie, so one of us had to sacrifice ourselves and move, well you can imagine, it was me.  I stepped out of my wellies and plodged to the edge in the hope I could rescue my friends from what, by this time we JUST KNEW WAS QUICK SAND.

 

I pulled my friends free, but sadly their brand new shoes never made it. (My wellies were still poking above mud level so I got them back).  But to this day I will always laugh at the image of them walking home shoeless BUT with 2 metres of mud laden tights flapping about behind their feet 

Cinds

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