Today’s things are: berserk, husband, freckles
I’ve heard of people going berserk at the signs of ageing. It’s bad enough your hair going grey, or losing it altogether, but my greatest fear is losing my teeth. Liquidised meals do not appeal!
My husband says the liver spots on my hands and arms are freckles and he loves every single one.
Aw, bless him.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
Good one! If I had any decent teeth left, I would probably worry too.
I only have a few, but they all chew thank goodness!
We have a family curse…almost all women going back six generations (of the straight line) lost their teeth after their first child. Mine were good until then too. They die from the inside then just crumble.
Ah, I have no kids, so maybe that helps!
Not that I would ever trade him in, but I would not have any of the trouble that I have today…
Losing my teeth sounds awful – I wonder if there is any difference between us teeth-obsessed Americans and everyone else (not that anyone wants to lose their teeth). I think I would rather lose several other senses and a lot of other things before I would want to lose my teeth!
I always used to dream about my teeth falling out. Apparently it’s sign of insecurity. I did wake up one day to find I had one rattling around in my mouth which had broken off, and I haven’t dreamt of teeth since!
Oh, that’s fascinating! I wonder what people who know about dreams would say about that.