Fandango’s February Expressions #21

 Discretion is the better part of valor

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Which was the reason why I suddenly found myself alone taking this photo. Mr. Swiss quickly disappeared. I think his last words were “It’s not a cow but a bull” and decided to be discrete. How was I supposed to know, they all look the same to me, although this guy did seem to have a bit more. That is the difference between being a Swiss and a Brit. The Swiss grow up with cows in the back yard, In London we only see them if we happen to go to the country, and definitely no bulls.

Fandango’s February Expressions #21

Fandango’s February Expressions #17

A stitch in time saves nine

Sewing machine

That was not the reason why I enrolled in a sewing class, bought myself a sewing machine, and began to make my own clothes. I was fed up with buying clothes where the arms and dress lengths were too short. I wanted to wear something that fit. I was one of the tall ones, both my parents were tall so I suppose it was their fault.

The idea was a sewing course of eight weeks, but it lengthened to more like 18 years and by then I was sewing for myself and my kids. I even covered some furniture at home with new covers and my masterpiece was a dark blue cashmere winter coat, but they are past days.

Today I am happy with a good pair of trousers and a nice long top. The days of suits and special dresses are gone. My stitch did not really save nine, it multiplied itself to years of sewing.

Fandango’s February Expressions #17

Fandango’s February Expressions #16

People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones

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If you lived in a town that was a target during five years of war, and constantly bombed by planes flying over, then you get used to see broken windows. Admittedly I grew up after the war, but it was post war London and there was a lot of broken glass windows around.

I must admit if you lived near a so-called “bomb site” you did not really care very much for the condition of the houses still standing. We kids on the block were growing up in a working class district and there were no Kindergartens Computer games were written with a pencil on paper, or perhaps scribbled on the pavement with chalk. When things got boring you visited some of the skeletons of the houses still standing and if there were windows still in one piece, that was one of the new games They did not remain in one piece for very long.  Of course it was the boys that did all the adventurous stuff, we girls preferred to have a look around in the abandoned gardens for flowers.

It did not make a lot of difference if there was once glass, and we all threw our stones now and again. It was all in the name of further education, to see what would happen. No-one got the blame, no-one was accused of damage and our mums and dads? We did not tell them what we did, they would only have been worried unnecessarily.

Fandango’s February Expressions #16