[Margaret Pilkington]

I can remember being on a Corporation bus with my daughter. She was about five years old at the time and very inquisitive.
The bus conductress (yes they did still have them at that time) was a little.......er, manly would be the best description....my daughter asked very loudly....if the conductor was a man or a woman. I told her it was a lady....she then loudly went on to say 'well, she looks like a man'.
We were going into Accrington, but we got off the bus at the hospital and walked the rest of the way into town.

Another time...again on a bus. We sat on the long side seats of the bus. Opposite us was a lady in a very advanced state of pregnancy.
My daughter who was perhaps seven years old by then. Fixed her eyes on the bump, looked right at the lady and said loudly........'I know what you've been doing'.
The lady blushed...and so did I.
It wasn't that my daughter knew much about reproductive activity......I had told her that if she kept on biting her nails, her belly would swell up and she would go off with a bang.

Those are my embarassing stories.