Spill the beans

Sat at my desk pondering on a post and came up with this.

An Instagram buddy, my good friend Maria threw the gauntlet down and challenged me to tell three things about myself. So here goes.

1.   I answer to the name HILDA.

This comes from my days of working in the motor trade in the late 70’s, and coincidentally where I met the person in the third point about things about me.

As the new girl, going round all the local garages delivering the parts needed for their work, I was constantly asked “what  you called”.   Always being one for a prank, I replied with a deadpan straight face  “Hilda Happibuttie”.  I’ve been called it ever since haha.

2.  I used to eat raw sausages as a child.

Mum would send me to the butchers for 1lb of pork sausages  but the day I ate two on the way home I got my comeuppance.  “Get back to the shop and tell him to weigh them again , there’s never a 1lb there” yelled mum.

The butcher knew what I’d done and laughingly gave me another two and told me not to do it again.

3.  I’ve loved the same man for over 40 years 

I first met Philip when I used to deliver parts to the garage he owned at the time in 1978.  I’d been courting with a travel agent for a number of years and thought he was the one, but he dumped me for someone more ladylike.  I think it was my duffle coat and jeans full of oil and battery acid, constant wearing of wellies and having dirty finger nails that did put him off.

Whereas to Philip I was a goddess.. In his eyes anyone who could throw bottles of oxygen and acetylene out of the back of a mini pickup and not be bothered about holding an exhaust pipe up while oil dripped all over her hair, was the lass for him.  Over 40 years later and we are still welded together.

Must thank that fancy pants travel agent for dumping me if I ever see him again.

4.   An added extra -  I used to drink the water out of my hot water bottle as a kid.

Now I’ve only ever met one other person that has owned upto this.  Well it’s not really something that comes up in conversation is it really.  

When in bed at night I’d shout down to mum “can I have a drink of water”. The reply was always  “No, get to sleep”.  

Hence, rubbery water drinking.

Now if you want to spill the beans, let’s see what secrets you’ve kept to yourself hee hee.

Stay safe 

Lynn

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Thank you for the thoughtful comments on the 

passing of my Auntie Gladys.

Here’s a link to the final chapter.

OVER AND OUT

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