Running away

[Snoopy]

I still live in a home.

Everyone else runs away. 

I am not surprised Darwin.

I used to have a small blue checked suitcase which I used for hand luggage on our way to Singapore.  I loved that suit case and all it stood for ( I was very young).  It was that which I packed when I ran away from home aged 6. There was some sort of concrete drainage hole close to home, climbed down into it and sat on the damp gravel at the bottom for ages and ages (probably about 15 minutes.  I left when, what seemed to me, a rather large toad decoded to join me.

My mother was very cross when I got home and sent me to my room to learn two poems to be recited at supper time.

 

Lovely story - what were the two poems...?

Definitely not Larkin one was

The more it
SNOWS tiddely pom
The more it
GOES tiddly pom

Can remember the whole thing

The other was Cargoes by John Masefield

Hate the bloody thing to this day other than the last verse which is OK IMO.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

Yeah I got that Tee Shirt too 

Miss C our lives have so many crossing points it is almost unbelievable.

[Snoopy]

Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

[Miss Creant Commander of the picklement and baking BAb(Hons)]

Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

You are right Snoops.

My Mother made me learn that one too, scared the crap out of me I really did have nightmares I don't know why. We were living in a remote farmhouse in Worcestershire, outside lav, ice on the inside of the windows and toothbrushes.  Hot water bottles placed in beds with the bedding held up tent like by encyclopedias.  I must have been about eight. I can't remember what I had done wrong on that occasion.

Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say,  at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad.

[Just One More]

Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

You are right Snoops.

My Mother made me learn that one too, scared the crap out of me I really did have nightmares I don't know why. We were living in a remote farmhouse in Worcestershire, outside lav, ice on the inside of the windows and toothbrushes.  Hot water bottles placed in beds with the bedding held up tent like by encyclopedias.  I must have been about eight. I can't remember what I had done wrong on that occasion.

Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say,  at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad.

   Proper brought up you was 

[Tipsy Gipsy]

Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Stop it immediately, my mum used to recite that to me too. 

I was taught Christopher Robin saying his prayers and recited it to mine when they were snuggling down to sleep. 

 

[Snoopy]

My kids look at me as if I am mad when I trot out such verses ...... "What programmes was that from?" they ask.
  Perhaps that is what is wrong with the yoof of today. If they can't find it on iplayer it isn't relevant.

[Miss Creant Commander of the picklement and baking BAb(Hons)]

My kids look at me as if I am mad when I trot out such verses ...... "What programmes was that from?" they ask.
  Perhaps that is what is wrong with the yoof of today. If they can't find it on iplayer it isn't relevant.

Mine all know The more it SNOWS tiddley pom of by heart, we have been known to give passing strangers renditions of it. However that is nothing compared to the rendition of Wham's christmas song.

Wham! - Last Christmas

It's all in the word 'special'.

[Darwins Selection]

Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say,  at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad.

 

Youngsters today miss so much. 

Surely it was the Home Service on the wireless in those days, not Radio 4. 

[Snoopy]

(Pedant mode)
Radio 4 first broadcast on 30th September 1967.
Prior to that it was indeed the British Home Service.

Miss C is perhaps not as old as you think. 

[Darwins Selection]

Miss C is perhaps not as old as you think. 

Aah! The old Savile gambit.

[Nick]