Mr Blobby!

This picture was taken in 1993 when I was at Granada Studio tours in Manchester. I was wearing my favourite white padded jacket. It was co-ordinated with my then fashionable track suit.

Everyone has an item of clothing they love and this jacket was mine.

The following year I went on a day trip to Chester with my friend, and her two daughters. They were similar ages to mine.

We were having a nice day out at The Groves,  by the River Dee. A boat trip is always a must and the band stand takes you back to a bygone era when brass bands once entertained the day trippers.

The suspension bridge across the river always rocked when there is a wind and I  remember my dad telling me as a boy during the forties, he and his brothers would jump from the bridge into the water and swim. You couldn’t do it now, both for safety reasons and of course the water is too dirty.

We were having a lovely day and the kids enjoyed running around on the cobbles and eating ice cream from the kiosks. We were crossing the road when a car went by with a group of lads in it. They opened their window and shouted at me:

“Hey, it’s Mr Blobby!” It sort of spoiled the day and I never wore the coat again.

The Day I Met My Mother

by Karen J Mossman

 

This story has hung around in my head for twenty odd years. Now and again it pops up and it still makes me chuckle. The question I always asked myself was how did I not know my own mother!

It isn’t a big story, it will take but a few words, which is why I haven’t told it before. Then this morning I came across this article by author Carole Parkes. Apart from it making me chuckle, I identifided when she said that she didn’t understand why she didn’t recognise herself.

My story is simply that I was travelling in the car one day whilst on holiday. We’d just left my family and waved goodbye. I was idly staring out of window watching the other cars go by. This car over took us and a woman looked at me and smiled. I stared back wondering why a strange woman was smiling at me. A few seconds later I realised it was my mum! I hadn’t recognise, why? I would know that face and smile anywhere, but in that moment, I saw the face of a stranger. How weird.

Do read Carole’s short article as I’m sure it will make you chuckle, as well.

Nana Mum me and Debs

Mum and I in 1989

The Day I met the Other Me