Cass's post reminds me of feeling smug we had got the front seats adjacent to the driver on coach trip to Delphi. The road into the mountains at the time was more of a dirt track and the coach had a glass panel at our feet. Every time the coach took a bend you could see a sheer drop through the panel. It was terrifying!!
When we went to Sicily we visited Mount Etna and I was really looking forward to going to the crater's edge but the final stage to the top was in a cable car and I just couldn't do it, you can walk up but my hip wasn't up to it so I missed out! Years ago we went to Alum Bay on the Isle of Wight and the coloured sand cliffs are accessed via a low level ski lift which I thought I could cope with, I spent the whole journey down quivering in the footwell, needless to say I walked up the stairs rather than go back in the lift!
People who are wrong are just as sure they're right as people who are right, the only difference is they're wrong
Cass's post reminds me of feeling smug we had got the front seats adjacent to the driver on coach trip to Delphi. The road into the mountains at the time was more of a dirt track and the coach had a glass panel at our feet. Every time the coach took a bend you could see a sheer drop through the panel. It was terrifying!!
Bus trip around the Amafi coast, Italy. I remember it well. Our driver tanked up & down those hills, even passing vehicles at passing points, screaming "Scemo" (idiot) & honking his horn when some drivers dawdled. Jones was besides himself as well. Thank goodness the bus didn't have a glass bit on the bottom!
<snip> When we went to Sicily we visited Mount Etna and I was really looking forward to going to the crater's edge but the final stage to the top was in a cable car and I just couldn't do it, you can walk up but my hip wasn't up to it so I missed out!
What a shame you missed out DD. I had a ride on the chairlift over Vesuvius. It was fabulous! Jones opted out.
My ideal of purgatory would be a hot air balloon flight in a hot country. 😳
When we were in Egypt you could take hot air balloon trip over The Valley of the Kings and Luxor which must have been amazing, I'd would have loved to view it all from the air but there's nothing in this world that would have persuaded me to do it
People who are wrong are just as sure they're right as people who are right, the only difference is they're wrong
My phobias have had to do with my children and grandchildren choking.
When I was a toddler, I reached for my uncle's cufflink on an end table and attempted to swallow it.
The cufflink lodged in my throat and perfectly cut off my breathing. I was told that I began to turn blue.
My mother ran crying from the room. My father's mother knew an ambulance was on the way, but kept reaching into my mouth, trying to grip the cufflink.
My grandmother finally got it unlodged with her fingers.
I was often told that story.
When I had children, I was an overprotective worrier anyway. For many reasons. Some things stemming from my childhood.
I would not allow my children to suck on hard candy.
One of my daughters was putting a penny in her mouth once. I said, "Just so you know, some men take a pee, and don't wash their hands, and then pay for a sandwich using that penny. So there's probably stranger pee in your mouth." She never did that again.
It wasn't about the germs but about the possible choking.
Anyway, my children still crack me up when imitating me Re things I said when they were children.
A perfectly natural worry, Kerri, given your childhood experience.
We were walking down the main shopping street back in U.K. when a woman started screaming that her baby was choking. The child was around 9 months old and turning blue. Without breaking step, my husband picked the child out of the buggy,rested his foot on a low wall, slung the child over his knee and thumped it firmly on it's back. A small plastic toy shot out of it's mouth. He handed the child to it's mother and we walked on as if nothing had happened.I looked back and the mother was still standing there, looking stunned...
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
My step-daughter's FIL had a close call from a party popper. Several were being popped and he breathed in one of the the cardboard discs and it stuck over his airway. He was close to losing consciousness before it was dislodged.