tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post14066196234471916..comments2024-03-28T14:01:51.325+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: NoteYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-61862918918840263322019-09-06T09:25:39.010+01:002019-09-06T09:25:39.010+01:00You are probably right Sue.You are probably right Sue.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-30601883328451288672019-09-06T07:08:03.321+01:002019-09-06T07:08:03.321+01:00Proud Dad - maybe as well you didn't open the ...Proud Dad - maybe as well you didn't open the note until later. (Nice hand writing.)Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10787732343048847565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-45598306190566733172019-09-05T20:53:55.502+01:002019-09-05T20:53:55.502+01:00Okay, I will be a sniffler too and not a blubberer...Okay, I will be a sniffler too and not a blubberer.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-44892860829047535372019-09-05T20:53:06.486+01:002019-09-05T20:53:06.486+01:00Did you sniffle when The MM wedded you?Did you sniffle when The MM wedded you?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-47358993537823580712019-09-05T19:16:17.243+01:002019-09-05T19:16:17.243+01:00Red nailed it - my husband is a sniffler too! And ...Red nailed it - my husband is a sniffler too! And looks pretty grim along with it :)<br /><br />Another lovely moment in a momentous occasion. Your love for your daughter comes through loud and clear. And hers for you.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-91201075875469377812019-09-05T19:01:13.832+01:002019-09-05T19:01:13.832+01:00It's called a sniffle rather than blubbering. ...It's called a sniffle rather than blubbering. I'm a sniffler. I sniffled when my son was promoted in the armed forces reserve.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-70467214591366406452019-09-05T17:54:37.906+01:002019-09-05T17:54:37.906+01:00It connected me to all those other proud fathers w...It connected me to all those other proud fathers who have walked their daughters down countless aisles. How wonderful that your May asked for both men to lead her to her betrothed.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-34423068798465339032019-09-05T17:49:44.539+01:002019-09-05T17:49:44.539+01:00I will love her till my dying day Jan.I will love her till my dying day Jan.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-15044062824467900782019-09-05T17:48:59.605+01:002019-09-05T17:48:59.605+01:00Is it okay for men to put on blubber through overe...Is it okay for men to put on blubber through overeating?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-50816838463309906052019-09-05T17:48:19.204+01:002019-09-05T17:48:19.204+01:00But you are a dad Steve! You have Princess Olga. I...But you are a dad Steve! You have Princess Olga. Imagine walking her down the aisle to marry a police dog called Butch.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-25390731534278682912019-09-05T16:21:17.996+01:002019-09-05T16:21:17.996+01:00I don't have kids so I can only imagine what t...I don't have kids so I can only imagine what this must have felt like, but I can certainly see how you'd be on the verge of tears. Frances obviously knows you well! (Not surprisingly!)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-51007419120387022312019-09-05T16:21:01.930+01:002019-09-05T16:21:01.930+01:00How lovely. It shows you are appreciated and loved...How lovely. It shows you are appreciated and loved. A note to cherish forever. (And it's OK for men to blubber, by the way.)ADDYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01018958238940897902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-57745396332481393762019-09-05T15:35:27.556+01:002019-09-05T15:35:27.556+01:00What a beautiful note. It brought tears to my eye...What a beautiful note. It brought tears to my eyes . So sweet that , busy as she was, she took the time to make this for you.JanFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16408602791221401067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-39763408995686354322019-09-05T13:27:26.666+01:002019-09-05T13:27:26.666+01:00I think that it's not just Yorkshire men who a...I think that it's not just Yorkshire men who are like this. I think it's most men of all origins. You're human and of course such a moment would bring you to tears. It's a primal experience even today when we know quite well that daughters are no more "ours" to give away than sons. Still, there's something deep and moving about the custom. When my daughter May was married, she asked both of her daddies (my ex-husband, her biological father and Mr. Moon, her step-father) to walk her down the aisle. And they did and I cried. I think everyone cried. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-6980222707712429332019-09-05T12:26:34.778+01:002019-09-05T12:26:34.778+01:00I didn't really think that Lee! I know that yo...I didn't really think that Lee! I know that you are a well-mannered lady with impeccable manners and because you are very prim and proper - like an Australian country schoolteacher - you keep your worst thoughts to yourself.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-62186439352456105842019-09-05T12:23:33.150+01:002019-09-05T12:23:33.150+01:00All Yorkshiremen are like this. Hard as nails on t...All Yorkshiremen are like this. Hard as nails on the surface but marshmallow inside.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1001946415092626582019-09-05T12:20:16.501+01:002019-09-05T12:20:16.501+01:00Aww, you old softieAww, you old softieJayCeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01373622852406554111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-24569339416289916262019-09-05T11:49:07.317+01:002019-09-05T11:49:07.317+01:00And, another memory to be cherished by you. There...And, another memory to be cherished by you. There is nothing wrong with blubbering! Take my word for it...I'm an expert at it! :)<br /><br />I responded to your comment in your previous post, Yorkie. By no means was I referring to you. I never even thought you would take my comment that way. I'm sorry you misunderstood my meaning... :)Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.com