BBC pls shut up & show the opening ceremony for the Canada match.Typical arrogance thinking that wot u guys hv to say is so clever & important
rather see Michael Buble than hearing u yapping away #fifaworldcup#worldcup#canada thank god ITV1 had the opening day instead of u guys
@BBCSport Wittering on talking a load of nothing talking over the Canada opening ceremony is abysmal - didn’t get to see any of it, u said Michael Buble needed to get going like last nights ceremony.. BBC do better.
I'm often called a boomer, it's meant as a slight and usually comes from younger males who think we had it easy.
They're posting from their double glazed homes with the heating on Fridges, multiple TVs, gym memberships, and they love playing on their X Box
keeping their working hours under 21 per week so they can claim benefit
The reality of being a boomer.
We had parents who served in a war and suffered a further 10 years of food rationing so
breast milk was scarce due to malnutrition.
Being born in a cold damp house heated by a coal fire, your dad's army coat was used as surplus bedding.
Vegetables were seasonal as were childhood diseases. We fought them all off Measles, Mumps, chicken pox and even scarlet fever.
The countryside was a world away, and you only saw grass if someone in The street had a car and took you there as a weekend treat.
We didn't need a computer to occupy our Sunny Delight hyper active minds, the journey, looking out of the window was the treat.
We walked everywhere,
We usually had just one fat kid in school not a full class of them with their allergies and syndromes.
We had one special outfit known as our ' Best Clothes' and these were looked after like the robes of an ordained dignitary.
Hygiene wasn't even a thing, there were no bathrooms, the toilet was at the bottom of the yard heated by a paraffin lamp to stop the pipes freezing.
The only hot water was the kitchen sink with a water heater known as a geyser .
Used frugally to keep costs down.
Teachers smoked in schools, everyone smelled of nicotine. Windows weren't opened till May as heat was precious.
Often the bills outweighed the income and were juggled for payment .
No automatic washing machines or dryers, mangles were in the back yard to squeeze out the excess water after a dolly tub wash .
You might have to research these items.
If you wanted to learn you had to read books, there was no Google short cut .
Communication was someone five doors down who might have a phone you could use as long as you took a threepenny bit to pay for it.
The operator would put you through!.
You didn't follow your dreams, you didn't dream, you just took a job to bring money into the house and tip up to your parents to help with the bills.
No spa days no film star beauty treatments no weekends away or hen nights abroad, two weeks in Blackpool once a year if you were lucky.
This went on till you could afford to start your own dreary journey of a life as a working class Brit in the very early 60s.
This is the same generation now helping fund kids and grandkids education or house purchases because you've blown it on take aways, tattoos, designer clothes, stag nights that last longer than family holidays, and other such self absorbed bollox.
Boomers have usually contributed at least 50 years of a 42 hour week so they can have time to themselves before some health issues steals what's left of their lives.
So if choose to use social media mind your own business and get up your own end!
Employer NI went from 13.8% to 15% in April 2025. The threshold dropped from £9,100 to £5,000.
That's an extra £937.80 per employee per year.
Since then, payrolled employees have dropped by 184,000 and unemployment just hit its highest level since 2015.
Nobody's connecting the dots.
The Budget explained with custard creams.
You have 5 custard creams. Rachel Reeves promised that wouldn’t change.
Now she’s giving away 2 of your custard creams to somebody else who can’t be arsed to buy their own.
She’s also taken another 2 because you have 2 more than others
My dad left my mom for another woman on Christmas Eve when I was eight years old. This left my mom with three boys to raise.
There was a small grocery store in our neighborhood owned by Mr. Thomas. My parents actually stopped at his store while bringing me home from the hospital and he weighed me on his butcher scales. When he heard that my dad had left, he set my mom up with a small charge account which she promptly paid on or paid off every payday. It allowed us kids to walk to the store and buy that baloney, milk, cat food or even cigarettes for my mom without having a penny in our pocket.
As I got older, my brother worked for Mr. Thomas. He found out that Mr. Thomas and his wife were "accidentally" losing some of my mom's charge slips, which were just pieces of paper in a file. I later realized that this could be why we got a toy for Christmas or a new pair of pants every now and then.
When I turned 19, I found out that Mr. Thomas was going to die soon. I made a point to go to his house and visit with him. I told him that I knew what he and his wife did to help my mom. He seemed embarrassed but humbly admitted to it. I walked over to his bed and hugged him for what seemed like several minutes. We were both crying at the end of it.
But I never got a chance to tell him how much of a foundation that set for me for the rest of my life.
I guess what I'm saying is that one kind action, one you have no idea is being observed, can change a person's life. And you don't even know it unless someone tells you.
That's it. End of story.
The lady at the charity shop today told me that she wishes people would clear out their children's old toys in the lead up to Christmas rather than after because she always sees a number of parents in the days before Christmas looking for toys for their little ones who might be strapped for cash. She said there's very rarely anything in just before, but that they get inundated with toys in the days after.
And it really made me think about it in a way I never would have before.
If you know your child is going to get lots of presents from Father Christmas this year, by clearing out your cupboards a few days early, you could make another child's Christmas a lot more special too.
Saw this & thought I'd repost.
After my 13 year old Daughter died from #BrainCancer one of the most difficult question you seem to get asked often… “How many children do you have?” “Here we go again” is my thinking and my head starts going a million miles an hour because I know, any second now, I will be reliving my precious Daughters cancer battle. My answer is always “I have four Children and one of them is in Heaven.” It’s an answer that used to be difficult to answer because most likely, I will get a follow up question. “What happened to your Child?”
One thing is for sure. I will never leave my Ashley out! I’m proud of my Ashley, love talking about her amazing life and all that she is still accomplishing.
If you have a Child that died, always include them, even if it’s difficult to be reminded. They lived and had a purpose.
A Repost & Follow would mean the world to us to keep our Ashley’s story alive.
💜 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓎 💜
I urge everyone to share this post. Disgusting treatment by @waitrose My daughter Sadie Travis used to work with this young man, who is a lovely lad. He deserves better. Shame on Waitrose🤬
Twits of a certain age..
Who remembers the Sunday evening horror ...
hair wash night with one of these & a bottle of Vosene.
Once the rubber attachments had stopped flying off the taps,
your mum would alternatively inflict third degree burns and hypothermia, aiming the nozzle indiscriminately over the top of your head, washing copious amounts of shampoo into your eyes.
All whilst yelling at you to keep still …
Kids today don't know they're born 😂