Yes…and it always ‘effects‘ themAnd why can’t they spell any of it! I thought they were all middle class and privately educated. But they’re always “loosing” things instead of losing them, or opening draws and finding discusting things in them.
Yes…and it always ‘effects‘ themAnd why can’t they spell any of it! I thought they were all middle class and privately educated. But they’re always “loosing” things instead of losing them, or opening draws and finding discusting things in them.
I look 21 in my picture, which causes much confusion at border control *tinkly laugh.Ffs, you have to look like a serial killer in that photo or it's not valid.
I look like I should only be allowed to complete my work with crayons in mine.I look like I have a facial disfigurement in mine, coupled with a severe learning disability
The photo/face-scanning gates don't actually recognise me from the picture, and I can't tell you how relieved that makes me.I look like I have a facial disfigurement in mine, coupled with a severe learning disability
Border control always ask me why I'm showing them a baby scan. *tinklier laugh*I look 21 in my picture, which causes much confusion at border control *tinkly laugh.
Oh yes, I saw that. Im surprised she didn’t do the usual mumsnet cliche about French being the gold standard and expect to be called Mamie.Pretentious twit of the day award goes to the author of I want to be called Nonna but….
She's not Italian, the grandchild isn't Italian, she just doesn't want to be called Granny. I hope the kid grows up and calls her the very working class Nanna.
I thought one of the joys of grandkids was the names they came up with for you.She should count herself lucky. Two of my mum's grandchildren call her Maureen (that being her name) but they call my dad Pappa. So it sounds like poor old mum is Pappa's latest squeeze rather than his wife of 60 years.
Mine used to call my parents "GampaGan" as he thought gran & grampa was one word.I thought one of the joys of grandkids was the names they came up with for you.
My kids called my parents Jonjon and Mygranny ( Always one word. Granny on its own was utterly unacceptable). The in-laws, who I have to stress were bloody lovely and two of the nicest, kindest people I’ve ever met, were Fanny and Grumpy.