A Mother (Lady Muck), her Daughter (1st Lady), Scottish goings on, tourism, funny comments, and some ulterior motives.
I have to agree with my gal that the Edinburgh Royal Highland Show appeals to a very broad audience. ( I do NOT mean overweight)
There is such a variety of activities and stalls that it seems to be enjoyed by thousands of people of all ages.
However, my very first and last experience was unfortunately on one of the wettest days in the history of the show - or at least that is what my memory tells me.
Having been collected directly from the private school I attended, I was dragged around the show through puddles, mud pools and squelching, glupping goohy paths and since I was dressed in a light summer gingham dress, white ankle socks, leather summer sandals and a lovely panama hat I wasn't really equipped for the day's outing. How my mother coped with her 3 inch stilletto heel shoes I will never know.
In those days there were a lot less craft and goodies stalls, and it mostly catered to farmers showing their prize animals or the latest in tractors and combine harvesters.
I love the countryside now, but I really was a town girl in those days, and a rather spoilt one at that. The mud, cow dung, horse manure and animal sweat really did not appeal to me.
So, that explains why I will not be going to the show with my daughter. I know she will have a great day out and I look forward to the souvenirs she will bring me back. i.e. floral painted wellie boots, or organic 'coo' face packs perhaps.
I will be slumming it in the garden with a good book and a glass of wine. Ah, it's a hard life but someone has to do it.
Lady Muck
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Your little exchange re 1st Lady and 2nd Lady.
My mother always kept a large picture frame on her table showing my brother on one side and myself on the other. When I visited her the first thing I would do would be to put my face to the front, and he would do likewise with his face. This led to us each addressing ourselves as Number One.
At the time I'm about 50 and he is 61 so thank goodness there is still a little growing up to be done.
One day, she stunned us by saying, "Actually neither of you is number one."
"Both of you had an older brother who died at the age of 18months."
Neiher of us knew. No one knew.
Actually, I started writing this to show that when you get older you don't get less mischevious.
And to show, of course, that Mum will always have the last word.
But now I suddenly realise that this is probably the very first time that someone has ever written anything about my oldest brother. His name was Arthur.
I feel a bit of a gulp coming on. Sorry.
John W
Gosh, I can only imagine that was a great shock, learning of Arthur, the eldest brother. You probably wanted to know all about him! I wonder what made your mum choose that moment to tell you? Perhaps she thought it was time to share his life with you.
You will notice that mother has yet to sign off as "2nd Lady", I'm sure she has the mind set 'anything but'.
Thinking about it, I don't recall any framed pictures of me in her house......
Incase you're wondering, the post removed was a duplicated one, thats all....
Its just a thought, but my pals having been asking me to ask you if you have any pics of your Mums 3" stilettos, preferably with your Mum in them?
Please?
John W
No stilettos, how about slippers?
Hmm John and Junior, you seem to both be having fun at my expense!!!
I know I don't spend as much time on posting Blogs as you both do, but it proves that I do indeed have a life.
I think that your Mum, John, told you about Arthur to bring you and your brother to heel, and stop you quarrelling about which of you was most important. I am sure it stopped you both in your tracks.
And daughter dearest knows that there were many photos of her in the house, and she fails to mention that she was very much the boss over her 3 brothers!! He nickname was not 'Little Miss' for nothing.
Well I must go and write my report of what I was up to on Sunday.
Tata the noo
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