In message , Christina Websell
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There is nothing but big spiders that freak me out. I blame in on my
grandfather.
When I was very small I used to accompany him everywhere when he did his
gardening. I'm sure he got fed up with it and one day when I was in the
greenhouse with him, he said to me "you see that little boiler over there?
(it was a rusty unused little stove in the greenhouse) Me: "Yes" Him in
an evil voice "well, there is a spider as big as robin in there."
I can't remember whether it was before or after I asked him "what is that is
that plant?" and he said "mind your own business"
I was a sensitive child and I fled back to the house, crying. My
grandmother marched down the garden to confront him - he got away with that
one, it was called that, but I never told her about that spider that was as
big as a robin.
Tina

I can relate to that, but Uncle Bert was kinder, and used to show us
round the garden, telling us the name of the vegetables, and the two
white ducks called Doris and Dorothy.

Some time later, we discovered that my younger sister always referred to
frogs as "Kwolliflowers" for some strange reason.

Uncle Bert burst out laughing when my parents told him, because he
sussed out that when he had been pointing at a cauliflower and saying
its name, little Sis had been looking at a frog alongside it...
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Gordon H
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