Gawd ‘Elp Us… period

Just a month to go and Project Fear’s UK tour is in full flow. So far, we’ve been assured, a vote to leave the EU (pronounced ‘ew’) would result in warfamine, pestilence and the other one…

Brexit causes cancer
 

CLICKY: Have you seen this?

 

*/rolls eyes… well, 23rd June does fall within the star sign of ‘cancer’, Clicky.* 😉

So wrapped up in making us fear for the future, our esteemed Chancer of the Checkered Past seems to have missed a trick in the here and now…

Tampon Tax Headline
 

CLICKY: Bloody moron!

 

‘But in March the EU regulations were relaxed, allowing countries to extend the number of zero rates for VAT and therefore making it possible for the UK Government to scrap the tax.’

*Clicky, I know. The idea of actually demonstrating recent flexibility within the EU, to roughly half of the voting population, hasn’t occurred to those that wish us to remain…*

Shit a brick

*Ha! And that’s the only ‘follow through’ the Project Fear Mongers appear to be interested in*

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Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)

Ann and Eileen shared everything including boyfriends. Because Ann was flighty, it was not unusual for her to have more than one boyfriend at a time, so confrontations were not rare.

The front door at 4 Wilson Grove was never locked; the family was so large that if you were to open the door to every member of the family, with all the comings and goings, you would never get any rest. The key was on a piece of string, hanging behind the letter box and you simply pulled it through to open the door.

Of course this meant that it was quite easy to do a bunk, so to speak, and the sheer of inhabitants made it virtually impossible for Grandad Alger to keep tabs on everybody. A great deal of shenanigans went on over the years, but everybody banded together and covered for each other.

The girls were quite strictly brought up with regards to virginity and wholesomeness. But, as we know, that really doesn’t make much difference – if the urge is there, we will find the opportunity.

I will add a note on growing up in those days. Although Nanny Alger was always pregnant Nanny P said that she and Ann knew nothing about sex. She said that nobody at school talked about it and certainly their Mother didn’t.

When she was in her early teens, Eileen didn’t even know about periods. One day she woke up and started to scream because she thought she was bleeding to death. Nanny Alger came up and said ‘hang on I will get you a sixpence’.

Intrigued? You will be.

‘Take this sixpence down the road to Mrs Johnson and she will tell you all about it and fix you up’. Nanny P duly went down to Mrs Johnson, who told her about the facts of life and gave her a bundle of rags with a length of bandage. The rags were wadded up and strung on the bandage, and the bandage was tied round the waist. There, you have a sanitary towel circa 1922.

What happened when you were heavy? Well, you had to wash them and hang them on the line. I know that on more than one occasion, when Nanny Packer was strapped for cash, I too had to use this method. But was never reduced to washing them – Dickie had no idea where his old clothes when to. Nanny P never did come to terms with a tampon.

On a political note, girls, do you realise that you have to pat VAT on sanitary wear? I have always believed that it was disgraceful. They should be free on the NHS or make them zero rated for VAT purposes; after all it is not our fault that we suffer this medical condition on a monthly basis. If one bled in an emergency room, one would get plastered for free after all. I once wrote to our MP to complain but got nowhere. Mind you I waited until the wrong MP was voted in. He wrote back saying, ‘I know, dear, I have the same problem.’

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in or out

*Oh, I’m voting ‘out’ – I think we’ve been tucked up enough already, Clicky. Now, why don’t give Dear Reader a Song?*

 

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19 thoughts on “Gawd ‘Elp Us… period

  1. 😀 Thank you, Cade. Although I’m fairly certain I’ve seen you at the LoL before 😉

    Are you ready to set off on your adventure yet?

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    1. I can hear the wind whistling through my ears…but, no. I will never be ready. But, yeah. Got most of my crap packed last month and it’s all crammed into a closet. Whatshername will prolly set fire to it after leave. Meh…not like I have a place to put it. “I am now telling the computer EXACTLY what he can do with a lifetime supply of chocolate!”

      Hope all is well you guys’ way. Lessee…Earl Grey…am supposed to ask if there is milk? If not, get my ass to the store and get some “ya worthless Yank!”

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    1. Thank you, Cade. Yep, I’ve managed to get to 49 😀

      As it’s better to give than to receive, have a gif 😉

      *Cheeky, Click /rolls eyes*

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  2. Hi Roobee!
    Speaking of syncing, the day we went through the portal, we came out from Solomon’s Temple and we took a pic of this

    Since you can’t really see what that is, I took it with the flash but you can’t see the sign in this one.

    When we came out, I saw that you had posted a new blog 🙂

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    1. Hi MJ 😀

      That’s so funny because the UK’s Chancer comes from a family of… drapers?

      The day after writing the post there was tampon apology of sorts 😉

      It’s really lovely to hear from you again. I hope all’s well with you and yours.

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