When I left school - we all met up that evening in the pub and drank half a lager and blackcurrant. Now, they order limos, wear evening gowns and go to a local hotel, have a meal and a dance and call it a "Prom". I hate this Americanisation (Americanization), but #3 went off to a "prom" with a friend last night. This morning she was telling us all about it.
"I was sitting on a long table, you see, and guess what was for pudding? - it was profiteroles, I didn't have any cos I thought, I'm not showing myself up shoving one of those in my gob, I'll be a lady"
I'm so proud, I'm sure all the best ladies have gobs.
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