I'm old. Officially. I heard myself saying one of those things that old people say.
I was round at my parents when my tiny niece pottered round to say hello and cadge a few biscuits. She decided she wanted to go to the loo so I accompanied her up the stairs to do the necessary. (My mum's knees aren't clever so they've got one of those raised loo seats with the side bars; small people without step ladders need a hand to get up and onto it.) Having done her business she pulled off a pile of toilet roll to wipe herself down. And then a bit more to be on the safe side. Having filled the bowl with paper she started to pull some more off the roll.
"You don't need all that toilet paper!" I protested.
"Yes, I do!" she retorted.
And that's when I said it.
"There are little babies starving in China..."
Friday the 13th
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The realization that only 43 days are left in the Biden-Harris
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Fairyhedgehog's son looks after his mum's knees, all the better to spare her raised loo seats.
Oh, for shame, Kevin. For shame.
*neglects to mention every time she goes shopping she says "I'm not paying THAT!" in a loud granny-voice, all disapproving, like*
Wasn't "There's children starving in Japan" a (suitably inverted logic) line from Mel Brooks' Dracula: Dead and Loving It?
That's hysterical. I've never heard that phrase used in quite that context before.
Thanks for the link to my son's card. I hadn't realised what he was sparing me.
I find myself muttering: Does she know what she looks like? an awful lot... you'd think the Queen could afford a proper stylist.
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Would the little babies eat the toilet roll?
I have accepted that I am old because I appear unable to stay out in a pub beyond 10pm on a weekday. I complain about the price of a pint, the noise and the general absence of witty repartee and badinage.
Scarlet: welcome to our side of the comfy slipper horizon!
Gadjo: could be, sir, could be...
Fairyhedgehog: you're OK so long as he doesn't start building you a stairlift.
Madame: I rather doubt it. You describe the symptoms of crap pubs rather than old age.
My dear old nanny used to say you only needed three squares: one up, one down and a polisher. And that was Bronco, FFS.
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