Discovering Elbow...

What did...? the dancing or the strudel?
I can't dance......don't ask me........except.......awwww. I danced with my dad at my Prize giving night....when I qualified as a Nurse. I asked my dad to come with me, as himself was working on nights and couldn't get the night off.
Once the prizes had been given out, there was a dance and a buffet.
Now my dad couldn't dance....but he took me onto the floor and we shuffled around.
He whispered in my ear how proud he was of my achievments. He stood on my new suede shoes with his TUF shoes.......the black mark never came out. I was a little bit irritated at the time.
Now when I hear To Dance with My Father Again it brings it all back. I get a lump in my throat the size of the rock of Gibraltar. After he died I used to take those shoes out and look at where his foot had left a mark.......isn't it strange what little things like that can mean?
 
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Margaret Pilkington said:
What did...? the dancing or the strudel?
I can't dance......don't ask me........except.......awwww. I danced with my dad at my Prize giving night....when I qualified as a Nurse. I asked my dad to come with me, as himself was working on nights and couldn't get the night off.
Once the prizes had been given out, there was a dance and a buffet.
Now my dad couldn't dance....but he took me onto the floor and we shuffled around.
He whispered in my ear how proud he was of my achievments. He stood on my new suede shoes with his TUF shoes.......the black mark never came out. I was a little bit irritated at the time.
Now when I hear To Dance with My Father Again it brings it all back. I get a lump in my throat the size of the rock of Gibraltar. After he died I used to take those shoes out and look at where his foot had left a mark.......isn't it strange what little things like that can mean?
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It's always the little things that mean the most Margaret not the big planned gestures... I have never danced with my dad so you are luckier than me, I may still be in time though...

My lone dancing is more akin to 1960's style -think the sillouettes at the beginning of James Bond films!!! The Strudel was pretty good! Dancing less so probably:D
Off now to prepare some wild mushroom sauce for Tagliatelle (sorry for the foreign word!) have son's veggie girlfriend coming for dinner!! Have invested in a Seitan burger too whatever that is... to be followed by Strudel and ice-cream - sucks to the diet...
 
Yes.....you are right. I didn't dance with my dad at my wedding.......this was the one and only time......and I had bought the suede shoes to go with my dress and first time on he ruins them...or that was what I thought, at the time.
After he had gone, I saw things in a totally different light.......I only had to look at the shoes, and I was there at King Georges Hall shuffling awkwardly around the dance floor with my dad. Guess fate wanted to give me something to help me through those tough old times.

Don't apologise about the foreign word....it is what it is....there will be an english word for it, but not nearly so romantic or evocative.
I have never heard of a Sietan Burger...only a sedan chair and you wouldn't want to sink your fangs into one of those.
Himself has just polished off a plateful of my best Lancashire hotpot....no pud!
 
Margaret Pilkington said:
Yes.....you are right. I didn't dance with my dad at my wedding.......this was the one and only time......and I had bought the suede shoes to go with my dress and first time on he ruins them...or that was what I thought, at the time.
After he had gone, I saw things in a totally different light.......I only had to look at the shoes, and I was there at King Georges Hall shuffling awkwardly around the dance floor with my dad. Guess fate wanted to give me something to help me through those tough old times.

Don't apologise about the foreign word....it is what it is....there will be an english word for it, but not nearly so romantic or evocative.
I have never heard of a Sietan Burger...only a sedan chair and you wouldn't want to sink your fangs into one of those.
Himself has just polished off a plateful of my best Lancashire hotpot....no pud!
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Yum -haven't had it in years!

I think they call Tagliatelle Ribbon pasta in English -and it doesn't sound as nice somehow...
I believe the original recipe had Oysters in it -now I am rather greedy for Oysters (I have expensive tastes!) but can't quite imagine them in a Lanky Hotpot!
 
Oh No! I couldn't eat them....they maybe the food of the rich now...but back in Victorian times they were the food of peasants and found their way into many dishes.
How did we get from Elbow to Oyster?
Maybe we should coin a new phrase 'you don't know your elbow from an oyster'.
 
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