I have just realised that this makes no sense at all as I did not put in that we were at the top of St Pauls' Cathedral, about 400 feet up.englishangel wrote:I once picked my son up form his white-faced childminder in the middle of a thunderstorm (I love them), she said "Please take him quickly so I can get under the duvet".
I agree about being scared for your genes though.
I am quite happy with heights, but when I took my twins (about 15 at the time) I was the one glued to the walls while the kids happily leant on the railings and pointed out the sights.
However I am quite happy to go to pubs, (restaurants, the loo, Chelsea Flower Show) on my own.
Husband always says he married me because I bought my own round (we were all students on the same grant, why not?)
For those who are currently or have recently been students, a grant was an amount of money received on an annual basis from your local authority which enabled you to LIVE at university without having to get a job (a loan or an overdraft) to make ends meet, particularly if your parents hadn't (allegedly) fiddled their accounts to get you into CH.