4 August 2018

Saturday

This weekend, Shirley has escaped from The Beast. She is down in London with three other Sheffield mums. They had dinner with their sons last night. The picture suggests that it was a happy occasion. There's Shirley with Ian on the right and next to them is Frances's chap Stew with his mum.
Meantime, here in The Lair of the Beast, I am preparing to go on a little walking and sightseeing day excursion in Nottinghamshire. First, I need a shower. Please avoid the temptation to picture me standing in the shower cubicle covered in soap suds.

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  1. I love this photo! I just love it when grown up sons are not ashamed to show themselves with their mums. Your wife Shirley is a beautiful and elegant lady. I see where the handsome looks of Ian and your pretty daughter come from; a bit from you and your wife. You do have a lovely family to be proud of Neil.
    Greetings Maria x

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    1. Maria, why would any son be "ashamed to show themselves with their mum"? I thought you lived in Italy where beloved Mammas clip their sons round the ears till they [the Mama] dies from both exhaustion and love(at an old age).

      To put the icing on the cherry: Ever heard of MILF? And, yes, I know, it's rather tasteless, not to say crude - but, then, truth so often is. The mother referred to, I hasten to add, is that of your friend(s) - NOT your own.

      I so hope my comment won't have gotten myself into more trouble than one gravy boat's worth of Yorkshire Pudding.

      U

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    2. MARIA...You are a smooth talker!
      URSULA...You are also a smooth talker! But I do know what Maria means about lads sometimes being embarrassed about their mothers...but these lads are all 29 to 33 years old, they have got through such nonsense.

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  2. "Please avoid the temptation to picture me standing in the shower cubicle covered in soap suds." Darn it, you've put the thought there now!

    What a lovely idea for the lads to get together for some quality time with their mums.

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    1. Ha-ha! My psychological trick worked!

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  3. Blindfolded, I type my response.

    They do look to be a very happy mob!

    I hope you and Clint behave yourselves while Mother is away!!!

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    1. I left Clint in the village of Epperstone near "The Cross Keys". He was chatting up a bronze-coloured Mini when I walked off. She had squeezed up behind him.

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  4. Don't forget to wash behind your ears...

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  5. Too late to avoid temptation once it is placed directly in front of us, so to speak. Fortunately, my mental picture includes lots and lots of suds very strategically placed, so no harm was done to my widdle psyche, libido, or ego.

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    1. Phew! That's a relief! I would not wish to be the subject of your fantasy life.

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  6. I don't find it tempting to think of anyone in suds. Your secret is safe with me.

    What a lovely idea, mothers and sons. Wasn't there a D H Lawrence novel of that title? If I read it (say, age seventeen) I can't remember the plot. All I know that it wasn't banned as was the gardener.

    Anyway, great to see both the smiley Shirley and your son "going places". Ian quite in the headlines, together with his partner in vegan.

    Zesty greetings,
    U

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    1. Leave off the sherry Ursula! You are getting your D.H.Lawrence works mixed up. It wasn't "Sons and Mothers", it was "Dr Chatterjee's Brother".

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    2. Sherry? Make mine a Sauvignon Blanc. D H Lawrence did write Sons and Lovers; at least the Gardener wasn't Chatterley's sister. Outrage wouldn't have covered it.

      Reminds me, apropos of nothing, of some neighbours we briefly moved next to. I must have been about ten or eleven. One day I asked my mother what was wrong with the two girls (roughly my age). She said (no beating about the bush with her): "What do you expect when a brother and a sister have kids together?"

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  7. Temptation successfully avoided! :)

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  8. How is it that you manage to keep such a wonderful, beautiful woman interested in you, Mr. Pudding? (Just joshing, of course.) Something special about mothers and sons..... in this house, too.

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    1. It's my animal magnetism and my culinary excellence and... the list is endless.

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  9. LOL -- thanks for THAT image. Speaking of Nottinghamshire, have you ever been to Sherwood Forest? I was reading about it in the RSPB magazine today and it sounds like it might be an interesting place to go.

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    1. Yes. I have been in what remains of Sherwood Forest Steve. Just north of Edwinstowe. Many of the trees were planted. Very little natural forest remains. I would say that there are better non-London English areas for you to visit and maybe Dave and Olga too.

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  10. A little peace and quiet for you !

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  11. I love the picture! How wonderful for Shirley. I'm sure she is having an absolutely awesome time this weekend. Now you just need to have fun but also behave yourself!

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    1. What was I supposed to do when the gipsy girl barged her way in and dragged me upstairs?

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  12. Great photo. Meanwhile, beware of Robin Hood. Or should I say The Sheriff.

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    1. I survived by trip to Nottinghamshire Mr C!

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  13. bwahahaha! don't flatter yourself, Yorkie!!!

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    1. The suds slid down his manly torso as blood warm water cascaded from his bulging biceps...

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