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Brazilian or Bush?

This is definitely not a topic  we would have discussed at the dinner table only a few years back, now is it girls?

Well, times change and and so does fashion. And fashion touches every area of our lives, does it not? And ‘touches’ may be the appropriate term here.

These days it is perfectly acceptable to say, “I’ve had a Brazilian,”

I’ll be very honest I had never heard of the term ‘Having a Brazilian’ until  Berenice mentioned it over lunch the other day. She obviously realised from my expression that I wasn’t familiar with this area of  women’s health and was not only willing to tell me all about her Brazilian but offered to show me as well. Good grief!  These young girls!

I politely declined. As I mentioned before, I am Old School, and this did not seem appropriate,  and certainly not at the dinner table. I mean, Jeremy was with us for heaven’s sake and was almost salivating at the prospect.  This didn’t go down well with Jeremy, as you can imagine, and he stormed off in a sulk.

If I were to venture any sort of opinion on this  rather delicate topic, I would venture that most ladies of my generation would opt for ”Bush”, as the alternative and somewhat crude term is referred to by the modern generation.

However, I am sure there are merits for the newer cleaner look of a Brazilian.

You look at the photos below and and let me know what you think? Are you a ”Bush” girl or a Brazilian?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I think I prefer a nicely trimmed George Bush.

PS. Berenice told me the name of her Brazilian is Carlos, and she had him for dinner last Wednesday. I was quite relieved, I can tell you. Jeremy has asked for his autograph, as he is apparently a footballer.

BFN Love Aunty Jane. x

“Where are my glasses?”

….or coping with memory loss.

My grandson, Jeremy, has a joke he likes to tell. It goes something like this.

Long John Silver stands on the empty deck of his ship and yells,

“Where’s me Buccaneers?”

To which his Parrot replies,

“On the side of y’buccan head y’fool.”

Which lends a bit of credence to that old saying , ”I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

I know it’s certainly true of myself. I couldn’t begin to guess how many times have I have lost something, only for it to turn up in the most unusual place.

Now in the case of my poor neighbour , Marge, she lost something but never got it back. It was her husband, Rodney. She lost him in Sainsbury’s.

It was too terrible and took her ages to get over the shock.

There they were doing the ‘weekly shop’, you how it is, ladies , yes, and had just walked by the hardware section. Marge knows her Rodney has a thing for nuts and bolts and especially assorted screws so she told him to , ”Wait here, okay?” while she went off to check out the pickled fish. After popping some herring into her trolley she went back to the hardware section and Rodney had disappeared. Now she was sure she had left him in this isle as she usually did every week and Rodney would happily while away the time waiting for Marge’s return by fiddling with all the nuts and bolts and other things men love to play with. But as she turned into the isle pushing her trolley -no Rodney. She was distraught and even after an exhaustive search he didn’t turn up.

Yet , after nearly six months she received a postcard from an anonymous person who claimed they had seen Rodney in Sydney with an Australian hooker.  Marge was as distraught as she was baffled as she knew Rodney hated rugby.

Well, my dears, the point of this post is to make sure you keep your mind and your eyes sharp. And it could do no harm if we all learned  a bit about rugby too I suppose. Men and their balls eh?

BFN. All the best. Love Aunty Jane x