Evening All,
We had to do invalid food in Home Economics. It invariably involved eggs which would make you heave if you were sick anyway. Custard featured heavily. I wasn't staying home to cook for a sick person in my youth. Boring. They got flat lemonade (pop) and told to stay 3 metres away at all times.
Not catholic so didn't have to wear anything crocheted either. Best part of being a proto actually. Apart from the fact that none of us have to go to church, and don't. Your churches are nicer, especially that one that is it's own country. Don't have to kiss anyone's ring as far as I can remember. There's no booze and bread to line up for. Hey, how do you get around that? "No thanks Father, I'll take the rice cracker. I'm an old pisshead" Straight to the basement meeting for you, my daughter!
The parents used to drop us off at Sunday School and do a bolter. There was a bizarre assortment of 'Sunday School Teachers' who usually smelt like cheese and wore odour eaters in their sandals and let's just say I bet they didn't have a Working With Children Check In the end my best mate and I used to climb out the toilet window, skid down the drainpipe and jump a couple of back fences to spend the collection money on lollies at the local corner shop.
Good times.
Right I better get off to bed.
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