Cinds do you ever get scared that sometimes you actually say you inner thoughts out loud?

I thought you worked behind a bar?

Not trying to be clever, but I'm sure I saw recently a post about nasty girls coming in to the bar you worked at?  (when I say recently, this means in the last few years)

Soz, I didn't highlight properly. I'm a receptionist/admin that works with the unemployed .............some peeps want to work.......some don't.......you know what I mean 

Hahahhahaha.

I doesn't scare me, it just happens from time to time. 

I love the phrase 'rough with the smooth' in the context of vomiting. Is the smooth minus the bits of carrot and whole peas?

I worked behind a bar yonks ago but there was no story about a nasty girl.

Someone else i think

I was all bandaged up until this afternoon. I had my daughter here for the big reveal and it is quite amazing. Suddenly I can see things again which were just a shadow before and they are as clear as day.

Edit: No pain whatsoever.

Soozy, I'm a small bite eater, because when my sisters and I were really little (and I'm talking I was 3 or 4 at the most), one of my sisters choked on liver at our dinner table, and I remember my Dad throwing her across the table and shoving his fingers down her throat to get the food out.

I'll never ever forget that as long as I live.  As young as I was, the frantic panic of my parents at that moment in time.

But anyway, I think that's why I'm a small bite eater.  We can go out for a meal with loads of friends and I am still there eating slowly when everyone has been finished for ages. 

Cinds I had a friend who's brother died choking on a threepenny bit. (I didn't know her at the time - it happened many years before I met her thank God).

I also had a couple of scares with boiled sweets (Barley Sugars and Mint Imperials to be precise) - my mum was a real panicker ..............I remember her running me into Mrs Shirley next door who picked me up by my ankles and whacked me on the back.

I guess these things stay with you.

Possibly, and if it was, then I apologise.  

But Mr Cinds hates me for my memory of stuff, and I would swear it was you that made the post, more because I can remember what went through my head when I read it.

It is funny how they stay with you. Sorry but I chuckled at your Mum running you in to Mrs Shirley.  I bet you know Mrs Shirley's name, but you'll always call her Mrs Shirley.  I have my best friend ever, and we have known each other since we were born, (we lived 4 doors away when born) and then when we were 7 we both moved house, but again in to the same street.  But I still call her mam Mrs Winn, and feel really awkward when she tells me to call her 'Mary'.  

We're 42 now 

OMG!!! I know a Mary Winn ..............she used to run the cubs/scouts when my kids were little. My kids don't call her mrs Winn they call her Akela

I wonder if my Mary Winn would appreciate being called Akela .

Abba always reminds me of my Mary Winn, she was always playing it in the house when I was there.  Oh and Peach Melba's but that's another story.