Otherwise entitled :
Getting My Own Back!
I also remember a certain blond vicar's daughter having a favourite best dress. I think it was a white or cream background with flowers in various shades of green. One day, I arrived to play with my bestest friend to be told she was upstairs. I went upstairs and couldn't find her, but became increasingly aware of sniffing in the bathroom. I think it took a little persuasion before she allowed me to join her and oh, what a state.
Not just her, the dress... Ruth had decided to play with her mum's make-up whilst wearing the dress and somehow managed to miss her mouth with the lipstick. By about a foot. It was bright. Pink I think. She had tried everything she could think of, bless her, even resorting to giving it a good scrubbing with a nail brush and soap. Guess what? It didn't work and I can remember thinking at the time that things were not looking good. Luckily for Ruth, she had her sensible, reasonable, loving parents and not mine (not that they were that bad, bit strict and old fashioned perhaps...).
Oh, Sunday School. Ruth took the lead in the Sunday School production one year. Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat. I can't shout, I was Pharoah, but that was because I couldn't sing! I vaguely remember another time being one of the Three Kings. Ruth was Mary that year.
I don't intend this post to besmirch a really dear friend. I have such wonderful memories of our childhood together and what I wonder is, will my children have amazing times to remember like we do? I restrict television as much as a sane person can, I encourage them outside at the meerest hint of no pouring rain, we do not possess computer games or playstations, but we have plenty of books, bikes, wellies and bugs in the garden. They even have a few friends!
My hope is that whilst times have changed and moved on, I am at least trying to give my children the opportunity to be creative because, in essence, that's all we were. I loved it!
PS Ruth, I still love you dearly, please laugh too!
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