Hold a grudge, moi? Never!
..... Except maybe for that time my auntie went on holiday to Spain when I was a child. Our favourite auntie (who we spent our pocket money on buying little gifts for birthdays & Christmas, rubbish gifts probably, but it's the thought that counts, right?) ... going on a foreign holiday, well, we'd never known the like of it! Definitely the poor relations we were (lol) holidays for us was a day trip to the seaside now and again. Would auntie bring something back for us, something foreign? A stick of Spanish rock perhaps? (yes I know, that's how young and green we were back then
) Maybe even, oh no, I daren't even think of how wonderful this might be, but maybe, maybe .... one of them small, tiny even ... key-ring sized, Spanish dolls in a lovely red dress I'd seen in one of my comics? And something, couldn't even think what you'd buy for a boy, for brother. Oh we were so excited!
So back auntie came, and out she came for Sunday tea, armed with ... nothing. Didn't bring back any presents, she said. Shops all closed, she said. Oh, we said. Ah well.
Few days later, auntie took me in to her house to stay for the weekend for company, and took me visiting to her newly found posh friend's house. Posh friend had a daughter my age and we were banished to posh daughter's bedroom to play while adults talked.
There on her dressing table was THEEE most gorgeous massive Spanish doll, be-yoot-ee-ful big red dress frilled with black lace. Oh, I says, I love that doll. Your aunt brought me that back from Spain, she says. Oh, I says.
And she brought my brother back this (takes me to her brother's bedrooom) an impressive big massive ship with sails sitting on his windowsill. Oh, I says. Ah well.
Do I still hold a grudge after all this time? Yes I bloodywell do!