Was I spoilt as a child ?

Well I suppose I was, in as much as I had excellent parents.   But I think compared to today's standards my upbringing was strict.
Our house wasn't a democracy and you couldn't call it an autocracy either, as both parents took a role in every decision to do with their children.
But they definitely ruled the roost, it would just not have occurred to us children to answer back/disobey our Parents in the manner I have heard and seen so many children doing in the last 20 or so years.
They were in charge and made that evident from the 'get go'  Of course we weren't Angels, I did say we wouldn't answer back etc in the 'Manner' that they seem to do these days.
I never said a Damn or a Bloody or a Bugger in front of my parents until I was married , and even then got told off !
When I look around me and see teenagers and early twenty something or others, I get the feeling that they just aren't as mature as we were at similar ages.  Of course I mustn't generalise, and there are I'm sure many exceptions.
 Is it due to an over protective attitude that seems to prevail these days?  Blimey ! Sis and I used to disappear for hours at a time exploring the surrounding countryside, only returning when our bellies told us it was time for tea.  Our parents didn't worry or at least didn't appear to do so.  Is the world so much a more dangerous place than it used to be, that children don't seem to have the freedom we had ?  There were dangers then too, but it was only by interaction with others outside our home that we became aware of and got to recognise these dangers.
There's the question of cleanliness too,  look on any supermarket shelf in the toiletries and house cleaners aisles, and it's anti bacterial scrubs and wipes and the same for surface cleaners.
Yet I've seen women come out of the toilets in a supermarket and not wash their hands before leaving,  yep the same women who are buying the anti bacterial products ..........The mind Boggles !  Kids being brought up in a house where everything is spotlessly sterilised,  I can envisage not taught to wash their hands after the toilet and not washing them before a meal. 
Thank god my kids liked making mud pies and digging for worms, to me that's normal kid behaviour.
I suppose the upshot of this post is it seems the kids are in charge of the parents in some areas,  and definitely spoilt, yet in others they are denied the freedom to be 'just kids' 

Grrrrr

Thanks TonyF  :0)   Having trouble with the blog at the mo,  it wont let me reply to comments. My Zemanta doesn't seem to be working either..........maybe I will have to upgrade or something.........
Bugger !   


Not in the mood for twiddling this thing today. :0)

I Cannot believe that it is

Nearly a year since I posted on my blog..blimey the time goes so quickly.
After having Jilly put out of her misery, I really did not feel like participating in anything much.....
But hey ho life must go on...but before I carry on, this  post is for Jilly in memory of her.........
Two very short videos one of her in the park with son's dog Shadow, and the other the last one taken before she was sadly let go some 4 months later.

Her bark was worse than her bite. Honestly !

Ah Bless !

Well I'm Back

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Well I'm back after much to-ing and fro-ing on the 'Great' British rail system today.
I pm, saw me leave Aylesbury Bus station, to arrive in Oxford at 2.25 well in time to catch the 2.37 to Didcote Parkway for my change to the Cardiff train. Or it would have been if the Portsmouth train hadn't been running late, and holding all other trains up, which were coming into the same Platform, my Didcote train included. When I did eventually alight at Didcote, it was to see my Cardiff train streaming away into the distance. Next train wasn't for another hour and yours truly being of an impatient nature, hopped onto a Weston Super Mare bound train which stopped at Swindon, hopped off at Swindon and caught the Swansea bound train which stopped at Cardiff Central. Almost there I thought, only to arrive in Cardiff hop off the train and see my Vale train 's backside as it left Platform 7. Damnation! Nowt's ever simple thinks I, now nearly a dithering wreck of impatience, and soon to become a seething cauldron of anger when I saw the next train they had the nerve to put onto the Vale route...............Imagine two sardine cans with wheels and you may just have a slight picture of how we were packed in..........Big Notice on the doors "These doors open inward please keep this area clear" If 'Arriva Trans Wales' put more than two carriages on to serve the more than 8 stations on this route, then people may have a chance of obeying that notice. As it was people had to fight their way forwards to try and exit the train at their stops. Apart from all that its damned Dangerous! 



All that aside I had a really good time, though the grand and great/grandchildren seem to be growing at an alarming rate. I have visions of a future in which I will be addressed as Shorty, or Small Breeches!