That's a nice story about your Grandad. Perhaps with all that vacuuming you do you could trubocharge the vacuum cleaner and reach take off speed

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My memories of childhood are in three catergories, the pre religous conversion days, the pre NTM days and the NTM experience. The first I vaguely remember as being relatively normal, the middle as becoming increasingly intense but o.k. and the last as weird. Somehow we were expected to believe in a concept that could not be seen, heard or felt with no other option (not a home for any form of angostisism), but what we saw and heard, was dismissed as not actually having ever happened. No wonder we were confused.
But this now isn't about me so much as those MK colleagues who suffered horrendous abuse, mostly female. Some have got out the other side and are able to speak out. Some do not wish to speak. And some have not been able to face or survive their experience.
But somehow the weirdness of the childhood continues. For the people who should care the most, often don't and the so called disgruntled and disaffected (including, shock horror the "Downunder Sympathetic Agnostic") have ended up in the caring and supportive role.
It should have been an idyllic childhood, full of happy memories, but very little was as it should have been and very little has changed from that state.