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Golden Balls Does It Again... :-(
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When my brother was born he was, according to our Mum, wearing wings and a halo....huge eyes and black curly hair......no question which one of us she was going to spoil and it wasn't that redhead over there as she called me...hence my name for him.... Golden Balls..... :-)
He's just called to tell me of his holiday and flight home....a far away dream holiday where they met and befriended another couple who were on the same flight home.
Ordinary class with extra leg room...yes, he got the height as well as the curls..... :-(....when an announcement asked if a doctor was on board.
His wife is a medic as is the lady of the couple they befriended.....my brother is not.....by a long way.....he once visited me in hospital and fainted...he is not good with ill folk.
Sister-in-law and friend tended to a gentleman who'd taken very ill.....sorted him and made him comfortable......brother stayed in leg room seat.
Shortly afterwards both couples were asked to follow a crew member. They were taken to first class where they were given champagne and treats as a thank you. My brother was driving after the flight so wouldn't drink.....he stuck to fizzy water.
Somebody obviously told the captain this because on departure he met my brother and presented him with a bottle of champagne to enjoy when he got home as another thank you ......all he'd bloody done was sit there!
Nice treatment by the crew though....and I know you'll look in Golden Balls so keep the cork in that bottle and I'll be over on Sunday........ Gx
He's just called to tell me of his holiday and flight home....a far away dream holiday where they met and befriended another couple who were on the same flight home.
Ordinary class with extra leg room...yes, he got the height as well as the curls..... :-(....when an announcement asked if a doctor was on board.
His wife is a medic as is the lady of the couple they befriended.....my brother is not.....by a long way.....he once visited me in hospital and fainted...he is not good with ill folk.
Sister-in-law and friend tended to a gentleman who'd taken very ill.....sorted him and made him comfortable......brother stayed in leg room seat.
Shortly afterwards both couples were asked to follow a crew member. They were taken to first class where they were given champagne and treats as a thank you. My brother was driving after the flight so wouldn't drink.....he stuck to fizzy water.
Somebody obviously told the captain this because on departure he met my brother and presented him with a bottle of champagne to enjoy when he got home as another thank you ......all he'd bloody done was sit there!
Nice treatment by the crew though....and I know you'll look in Golden Balls so keep the cork in that bottle and I'll be over on Sunday........ Gx
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Yup, nice treatment and I'm sure GB sat quietly and didn't get in the way whilst the ladies dealt with the crisis. A bottle of champagne is a bottle of champagne after all. Make sure you get your share!!
Seriously, one does get a bit fed up. I have daughters. Mum had a jam-jar for each and every weekend she taught them to count by counting her copper change and dividing it by 2, She told me that once the eldest reached £100 the rest would go to the younger until that reached £100. Fair enough. Then my nephew arrived and I awaited the arrival of a third jam-jar...…….I waited, carried on waiting and the third jar never appeared. When I challenged mum it turned out that she had opened a bank account for him - and put £100 straight into it. Her reason?...you can guess 'Well, he's a boy".
I've never forgotten my sense of.... well, it's hard to express. Disappointment, anger, feeling of being second-best.... you name it - I suppose I've come to terms with it and thank heavens my kids know nothing about it.
Seriously, one does get a bit fed up. I have daughters. Mum had a jam-jar for each and every weekend she taught them to count by counting her copper change and dividing it by 2, She told me that once the eldest reached £100 the rest would go to the younger until that reached £100. Fair enough. Then my nephew arrived and I awaited the arrival of a third jam-jar...…….I waited, carried on waiting and the third jar never appeared. When I challenged mum it turned out that she had opened a bank account for him - and put £100 straight into it. Her reason?...you can guess 'Well, he's a boy".
I've never forgotten my sense of.... well, it's hard to express. Disappointment, anger, feeling of being second-best.... you name it - I suppose I've come to terms with it and thank heavens my kids know nothing about it.
Hi, J....I always got the...he's a boy.....excuse ...but I don't take things to heart. It was her problem, not mine and she lost out by it I think.... Golden Balls and I get on very well.....he has a fantastic wife whose family became my family.....
And I have two lovely nephews who absolutely adore their Auntie G....
I made that last bit up..... ;-)
And I have two lovely nephews who absolutely adore their Auntie G....
I made that last bit up..... ;-)
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