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Sharing My World Week 44

Hello, it’s that time of the week when it’s all about me in Cee’s Share Your World challenge. Pop over to her photography blog and check out her cool pictures!


What is your most vivid memory of the kitchen in your childhood?
Hmm, kitchen, kitchen… Is that the one with the “cooker” in? Where the “food magic” happens?

Just kidding. I cook! Well, microwave. I remember standing on something and helping mum wash the dishes (at least I thought I was helping). I was 5 years old and we’d just moved to a new house. I was too old to go to nursery and I had to wait a couple of months for the new school year to start, so I had time on my tiny hands!

As a child, who was your favourite relative?
That would be my granny up in Scotland, who sadly passed away about 15 years ago.

Every summer, we went up to Scotland to spend a couple of weeks with her, and every Christmas she came down to spend a couple of weeks with us. Granny’s arrival was when Christmas really started. She was a very kind-hearted person and she’s sorely missed.

Here she is in the middle, with my Mum and Uncle, taken at Cape Wrath (Northern Scotland) in 1954.


What did you or did notΒ like about the first apartment you ever rented?
We’ll pass over the room in student residences I had in my first year at university (it was a boring, standard student-issue room – bed, desk, chair) and go straight to the house I rented in Guildford with three other students in the second year. That was way more fun!

Our landlord was Iranian and as dodgy as they come. He didn’t even pay tax. He was the “agent” for the landlord, who was supposedly in Iran. Yeah, right. He used to go round to buy houses for “the landlord’s” portfolio with suitcases full of cash.

He’d come round to check the house, complain about the kitchen floor, then race around with a dustpan and brush demonstrating how to clean while we all stood and watched, trying desperately not to laugh. It was hilarious to watch!

Another time one of the lads had dropped tomato ketchup on the carpet and this guy came round. I had to stand on the stain and as the guy walked around the room, I just rotated on the spot to keep my foot on the ketchup.

We didn’t half have some fun that year. Ah, halcyon days!

What kind of TV commercial would you like to make? Describe it.
I’d prefer to make a comedy spoof TV advert. It would have loads of that “but wait, there’s more, order in the next 10 minutes and…” in it. I don’t really have any interest in adverts. I record most stuff that I watch on commercial TV and fast forward through the ads. I refuse to spend an hour of my life watching something that’s only 40 minutes long.

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  1. November 9, 2014 at 8:22 am

    great blog with image – enjoyable and a good example!


  2. November 9, 2014 at 8:39 am

    Great sharing, nice photo.
    You make omelets, remember?


    • November 9, 2014 at 9:47 am

      Oh yes, I forgot about my omelette skills!


  3. November 9, 2014 at 9:02 am

    Spunds like you ground that ketchup stain into the carpet pretty good!


  4. November 9, 2014 at 9:04 am

    Ali, You have a good-looking family. I may have washed some dishes in the kitchen, but my mom wouldn’t let me cook. I guess she thought I’d learn on my own like she did. I did and made up for it later. I used to watch her cook and can. I stayed at home for years until I could affort to buy a place–a mobile home in a lovely park not far from where I taught. My mom’s sister and her husband lived in the same park. I lived there by myself until I married. I wouldn’t make a commercial unless it payed well and who would want to hire me. Humorous and well written. πŸ™‚ — Susan


    • November 9, 2014 at 9:50 am

      Thanks! I never really learned to cook either. If I want to cook something I usually just check online πŸ™‚ I keep meaning to buy a baking tin, I’d love to try making a cake.


  5. Gilraen
    November 9, 2014 at 9:05 am

    Love this post. You’ve mentioned your granny more than once. Seems she was very special to you.

    The first apartment I ever rented was a room in a house when I was a student. It was in the river forelands. Most amazing spot to live close to town yet felt remote. What did not like was the ships that would pass in the night over the river. Seriously I was woken up more than once by the sound of a riverboat nearly passing my bed by the sounds of it!


    • November 9, 2014 at 9:50 am

      Yes, she was.
      It sounds like it was a great place to live, apart from the overnight noise. There’s always something, isn’t there?


  6. NotAPunkRocker
    November 9, 2014 at 9:57 am

    What a beautiful picture and memories of your grandmother; thank you for sharing them πŸ™‚


    • November 9, 2014 at 10:32 am

      They are lovely memories I have of her, she was such a lovely person.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. Lyn
    November 9, 2014 at 10:03 am

    I must have lived such a sheltered life. I lived at home with my Mum until I married, then lived at home with my Mum for another two years until our first baby came along. Oh how I remember the wonderful times I had with my Granny and Aunty. It was much like your set up. They’d come to us for Christmas, then in the new year, I’d go and stay with them for two weeks. I had breakfast in bed nearly every morning πŸ˜€ Grannies are the absolute best.


    • November 9, 2014 at 10:34 am

      Grannies are the best! She couldn’t do enough for you.
      When you go off to university 250 miles away you have no choice but to leave home. If I hadn’t gone off to university I would certainly have stayed at home for who knows how many more years.


  8. November 9, 2014 at 3:08 pm

    Thanks so much for sharing…I enjoyed your post.


  9. November 9, 2014 at 4:59 pm

    That’s funny about your landlord.


  10. November 9, 2014 at 9:31 pm

    These days, your “landlord” would come under serious scrutiny from whatever version of Homeland Security you’ve got in the UK. Sound like a suspect to me! Too many episodes of NCIS.


    • November 10, 2014 at 12:45 pm

      Yeah, he was well dodgy.
      We don’t have any sort of Homeland Security as far as I know. I guess it would be the anti-terror branch of the police.


  11. November 11, 2014 at 3:58 pm

    Haha I love the sound of your agent/landlord running around with suitcases full of cash. Sounds like a perfect experience for a first house.


    • November 11, 2014 at 4:03 pm

      Since we were students and “new” to the world, we thought all these shenanigans were a great laugh. It was only later in life that I learned the true meaning of the word “worry” πŸ™‚

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  12. November 13, 2014 at 10:52 am

    My current landlord is a passionate libertarian. There’s all kinds of dodgy things going on over here…


  13. November 18, 2014 at 8:29 pm

    Was your landlord’s name Alexei Sayle, by any chance? (Not sure if Sayle is of Iranian descent but aside from that, his landlord on The Young Ones sounds like the role model for your landlord.)


    • November 19, 2014 at 5:31 pm

      Actually, now you come to mention it, he was pretty much exactly Alexei Sayle’s Young Ones landlord. His demeanour, his voice – all the same. He used to keep saying things like “Lads, lads, what are you doing to me…”. Maybe he modelled himself on Alexei Sayle πŸ™‚

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  14. November 19, 2014 at 3:55 am

    That’s awesome, keeping your foot on the ketchup stain! Totally had that experience in my first couple of apartments as well. I think an infomercial is the way to go to. Those are just downright entertaining in the world of commercials.
    Nicely shared!
    ~ Andrea ❀


    • November 19, 2014 at 5:54 pm

      I expect many people had similar renting experiences in their “early days” – it’s like a rite of passage, especially for a student πŸ™‚
      There’s nothing quite like an infomercial if there are no other comedies on to watch.


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