Originally Posted by BirdyBee:
“Sort of going off into a tangent...
But when I were a teenager watching television with my grandmother, the channel would be abruptly changed at any hint of forthcoming eroticism. A lingering look...a bed coming into a view...
Then we would make polite chit chat as though nothing had happened and the tv was faulty or something. I was trying to protect her from the knowledge that I actually knew about sex, and she was trying to protect me from the knowledge of sex.

The thread will probably have moved on now and this will seem particularly incongruent.
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“Sort of going off into a tangent...
But when I were a teenager watching television with my grandmother, the channel would be abruptly changed at any hint of forthcoming eroticism. A lingering look...a bed coming into a view...
Then we would make polite chit chat as though nothing had happened and the tv was faulty or something. I was trying to protect her from the knowledge that I actually knew about sex, and she was trying to protect me from the knowledge of sex.


The thread will probably have moved on now and this will seem particularly incongruent.
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Your grandmother is clearly related to my mother. Honestly, it was pathetic. In the end, my dad took pity on me and bought a new portable tv for the dining room which meant the old black and white one could go into my bedroom and he could see a complete tv programme himself.
Score 1 for Dad!




Crikey me!
At least he died warm and comfy and full of your clothes that he'd shredded
