tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post3488539777501137717..comments2023-12-31T08:43:00.853+00:00Comments on Wife in the North: TV or not TVwife in the northhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15227214647512546906noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-3799492089042712282010-01-21T05:30:40.454+00:002010-01-21T05:30:40.454+00:00I think at this point, it is harder for me to &quo...I think at this point, it is harder for me to "lose tv" than my kids! I've gotten hooked on TLC. So I am grounding myself from everything but NBC and TLC... so I don't go mad myself. The kids adapt easily, they find other stuff to keep them occupied-- for me, cleaning isn't very appealing.<br />-Sylvia<br /><a href="http://www.thetop10cigars.com" rel="nofollow">Top 10 Cigars</a>Sylviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14810993927507148343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-77692881862762487742007-05-16T07:03:00.000+01:002007-05-16T07:03:00.000+01:00iNSTEAD OF TV, CHILDREN SHOULD allowed to play, i ...iNSTEAD OF TV, CHILDREN SHOULD allowed to play, i agree that games and toys are good way to make children hooked. i found a similar <BR/>link which deals with baby toys.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.babies-home.com/" REL="nofollow">baby toys</A>mujjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13707173854208991502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-75553230405849329222007-05-06T19:40:00.000+01:002007-05-06T19:40:00.000+01:00Wifey's whereabouts? Perhaps the hospital bedside...Wifey's whereabouts? Perhaps the hospital bedside of an injured child?occasional northernerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12937407254161207915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-81171553496320105092007-05-06T17:02:00.000+01:002007-05-06T17:02:00.000+01:00Ban the TV and create problems for yourself entert...Ban the TV and create problems for yourself entertaining the darling offspring.James Highamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-38625432998686497692007-05-05T20:24:00.000+01:002007-05-05T20:24:00.000+01:00Mutley, have you asked Wifey if she wants your pre...Mutley, have you asked Wifey if she wants your presents? You are a rude dog - it must be because of where you live, you southern dogs, honestly.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-50880730712924859472007-05-05T18:18:00.000+01:002007-05-05T18:18:00.000+01:00She's probably having lots of fun sliding down the...She's probably having lots of fun sliding down the stairs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-21487088208419184552007-05-05T12:58:00.000+01:002007-05-05T12:58:00.000+01:00Is anyone else wondering where Wifey is? On holi...Is anyone else wondering where Wifey is? On holiday? Hiding behind the sofa? Been kidnapped by "the villagers"? It's been a long time since we heard from her - perhaps she's been abducted by southern aliens? <BR/><BR/>Hmmmm......Swearing Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-48440244803296588952007-05-05T00:03:00.000+01:002007-05-05T00:03:00.000+01:00Hi Wifey -just quickly the parcel of erotic magazi...Hi Wifey -just quickly the parcel of erotic magazines has been lost in the post - I shall have to re-order the special ones from Amsterdam -I hope you can wait...My friend Rated Rupert (18+)has some arts and crafts ideas on his blog - link s as usual - via Mutleythedog!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-59253957530319018282007-05-04T23:54:00.000+01:002007-05-04T23:54:00.000+01:00I wrote about the raspberry blood, forgot to say t...I wrote about the raspberry blood, forgot to say that my Mum was a nurse!<BR/>Every now and again, I have the courage to say to my kids "have fun" instead of "be careful crossing the road", but it's so hard.<BR/>However, my parents used to talk of fun robbing orchards, cycling all over the place etc; i think every generation is getting less innocent fun, and more static.<BR/>Finally, every pram I ever got from Santa had wheels removed and was turned into a sled for snowtime, resulting in me having the same list every year!FjordLinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07324785503053152578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-38896041753262851122007-05-04T21:53:00.000+01:002007-05-04T21:53:00.000+01:00I had a swing when I was a child. It was a bit of ...I had a swing when I was a child. It was a bit of old rope tied around a tree that leant out over a quarry. I also had a climbing frame - two twenty foot fir trees that you could leapt between (I leapt into hospital twice with broken arms). My see-saw was a rotten plank in a crumbling barn.<BR/><BR/>I salute your children with their death tents, their raspberry blood and their sleeping bag Cresta run. It never did me any harm and I hate TV now. My children on the other hand....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-57164133161351911272007-05-04T19:20:00.000+01:002007-05-04T19:20:00.000+01:00When I was 5 our black and white tv broke. My par...When I was 5 our black and white tv broke. My parents never replaced it. After school was spent running around outside with or without my friends, riding my bike, climbing trees, falling off my bike, falling out of trees. The evenings were chatting to my parents over dinner and doing my homework. The only time we saw tv was when we went to my mum's best friend on a saturday to watch top of the pops. Granted this was ahem, 20 years ago, but just shows what can be done without a telly. Yuor kids will thank you for it later on.mindthegaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09356291035863630868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-72360193960978139772007-05-04T17:29:00.000+01:002007-05-04T17:29:00.000+01:00What a great collection of hair-raising tales of c...What a great collection of hair-raising tales of childhood mischief - these days our poor kids aren't even allowed to play conkers at school in case "it could put someone's eye out". Is this because everyone sues if anyone gets injured, even in the fair "wear and tear" of life, or because we parents have memories of our own dangerous antics so worrying that we are trying to prevent our own kids from getting hurt? It takes a particular kind of courage to know that your child is doing something a bit risky and not forbid it - but sometimes they need to find out such stuff for themselves. I always struggled to find the fine line between wrapping my kids in cotton wool and total negligence, and unfortuantely they've got the scars (mentally probably as well as physically) to prove it!Swearing Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-55485892788423288062007-05-04T14:22:00.000+01:002007-05-04T14:22:00.000+01:00My husband and I were talking to our children whil...My husband and I were talking to our children while out on a short walk last night about the things we did when we were young, my favourite was sitting on top of the chute - you know the old fashioned ones with the slates of wood around the top to create a box. We used to sit on top of the box. It was about 20 feet high. If my mother ever caught me or if my children were ever to do anything like that!! Those were the days when playgrounds had good all fashioned concrete to fall on. Now you get nothing over 6 feet high and nice soft ground or wood shavings to save your fall.She's like the windhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075810201419237816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-62816493672062418942007-05-04T09:30:00.000+01:002007-05-04T09:30:00.000+01:00Oops. Entered site details wrongly. Here they are ...Oops. Entered site details wrongly. Here they are again:<BR/><BR/>http://www.motheratlarge.comMotheratlargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966796093998468770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-58333297567058408382007-05-04T09:18:00.000+01:002007-05-04T09:18:00.000+01:00Great! Just what I wanted to hear. Thank you for s...Great! Just what I wanted to hear. Thank you for showing me what I can look forwards to in a few years' time. <BR/><BR/>Being an optimist, for months have been consoling self that whatever the next stage brings has to be easier than where we're at. When my daughter was tiny and waking every few hours I clung to the hope things would get better. <BR/><BR/>They have, but of course I forgot about the other challenges that being a toddler brings. <BR/><BR/>Your posting has taught me better. I will rail no longer at my one-year-old daughter's determination to ransack the flat, pulling down lamps, ripping apart books, emptying bins and tearing up tax returns. <BR/><BR/>Instead, I will content myself with the fact that this is a small hiatus before she gets big enough to turn the place into a giant adventure playground. <BR/><BR/>Then again, maybe girls are different? <BR/><BR/>http://motheratlarge.comMotheratlargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966796093998468770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-47557164291749974132007-05-04T00:43:00.000+01:002007-05-04T00:43:00.000+01:00read this and let me know what u thinkhttp://datem...read this and let me know what u think<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>http://datemilena.blogspot.comMilenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887334715153524003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-57547363523917823902007-05-03T22:36:00.000+01:002007-05-03T22:36:00.000+01:00My next-door neighbour and I were best friends fro...My next-door neighbour and I were best friends from aged two, by the time we were ten we were inseparable. Her bedroom and mine shared the adjoining walls of our semi-detached house and below our bedroom was the communal porch roof. We developed a sort of morse code knocking to signal each other (pretending to be asleep when our respective parents ever came up to investigate the mysterious noises), and when we were sure the houses were asleep or very early in the morning, we could climb out of our windows, shin down the pole holding the porch roof up and have fabulous little adventures (getting back was a problem though). The only thing that eventually put a stop to it was her Dad coming home from night-shift on his bike - after that discovery we were in trouble for many, many weeks. Perhaps if we'd had TVs in our bedrooms we would have stayed in more.....?Swearing Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-87022779805656956472007-05-03T17:06:00.000+01:002007-05-03T17:06:00.000+01:00p.sjust for the sake of tying up loose ends, when ...p.s<BR/>just for the sake of tying up loose ends, when Conway struck the ground, there was alot of screaming and crying and pain, and wild accusations and recriminations flying over the neighborhood phone circuits, but no actual bones were broken.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-10154037889814888242007-05-03T14:07:00.000+01:002007-05-03T14:07:00.000+01:00I made the comment above about sliding down the ba...I made the comment above about sliding down the bannister. I have another story:<BR/><BR/>My 2 brothers and I found and collected pieces of old scrap wood and lumber. We got a hammer and some old nails and built a club house. It was just a teetering, tottering mass of boards, a sort of open air shanty, but we could climb on top, about 12 feet off the ground. Then we got some twine from Mother, and I braided it to make a tough "Tarzen" vine. My much older brother tied it to the Walnut tree branch hanging over our club house. Then we would take turns, swinging down off the top, onto the ground, like Tarzan. One day, the neighbor boy up the street, Conway, saw us playing and he wanted to play too. So we hoisted him up to have a go at it. Unfortunately, the club house was 12 feet high, but the Tarzan vine had about 15 feet of slack, and Conway grabbed onto the very end, and he went "splat!" After that, our father got very angry and made us tear down the clubhouse. (Then, while we were tearing it down, I stepped on a rusty nail and had to get a tetanus shot).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-19171248337720611642007-05-03T05:15:00.000+01:002007-05-03T05:15:00.000+01:00anonymous,sweetie - I have occasionally cast an ey...anonymous,sweetie - I have occasionally cast an eye there - nothing I read alters my original observation about the lack of friendliness your comment seemed to enshrine.I assume of course that you are the same anonymous.Isobelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07729356811104289106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-50475392642824263972007-05-02T23:07:00.000+01:002007-05-02T23:07:00.000+01:00isobel, sorry, poppet, but you may not have realis...isobel, sorry, poppet, but you may not have realised I wasn't being entirely serious... You have to go over to Rilly Super to make some of these connections.. <BR/><BR/>It is like the Yin and Yang of life.. In fact it is the villagers who have my sympathy, as they are having yet more of their relaxed and happy-go-lucky way of life exposed to outside scrutiny. <BR/><BR/>That said, I still think it would be interesting to do an al fresco 'Big Brother' in Northumberland..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-45721245966755006842007-05-02T21:41:00.000+01:002007-05-02T21:41:00.000+01:00My sons had a pop up Pokemon tent (don't ask) that...My sons had a pop up Pokemon tent (don't ask) that they used to slide down the stairs in - 4 teenagers, three storey house, they appropriately called this activity 'Death Tent'. I have thrown the tent away. <BR/><BR/>Came home yesterday to find that they had the box from my new carpet washing VAX to go down the stairs in - called 'Death Box'. <BR/><BR/>Why do I bother!! Give them the remote control - it's safer and doesn't involve hours in casualty.The Secretaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05092946862954144418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-29296838812087727472007-05-02T21:11:00.000+01:002007-05-02T21:11:00.000+01:00mutterings and meanderingsI did not imply that the...mutterings and meanderings<BR/>I did not imply that the indigenous population of Northumbria were in any way odd or defective-only that the aforementioned anonymous speaks in a rather unfriendly way-as if the local lot are a body to be contended with rather than to be made friends with.Isobelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07729356811104289106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-84579408306705494202007-05-02T20:55:00.000+01:002007-05-02T20:55:00.000+01:00Fertiliser bags down snowy hills (assuming the who...Fertiliser bags down snowy hills (assuming the whole concept of a snowy hill is not removed from childhood by global warming) works well as a sliding source of danger too.occasional northernerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12937407254161207915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-71570265781319411572007-05-02T20:43:00.000+01:002007-05-02T20:43:00.000+01:00Isobel, we're not menacing at all and nothing at a...Isobel, we're not menacing at all and nothing at all like the League of Gentlemen, thank you.<BR/><BR/>For that, you have to go to the Cambridgeshire Fens.Mutterings and Meanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384198819878227966noreply@blogger.com