what the hell was gon2seed's 67 year old mum doing up Mount Kilimanjaro? It's not like you can take a stroll to the local post office, take a wrong turn and then find yourself half way up a tazmanian mountain.
my favourite story my mum recalls is about when my big bro was a baby and she went shopping in town. apparently, back then, the thing to do was leave your pram (inc baby) outside shops.
what my daft old dear did was go to the back of woolies, leave pram and bro outside, do shopping and then leave via the front entrance. it wasn't until she got home on the wolverhampton road she realised her error and legged it flat out back to woolies to find him still there in his pram. he must have been a really ugly baby if no one wanted him.
my favourite story my mum recalls is about when my big bro was a baby and she went shopping in town. apparently, back then, the thing to do was leave your pram (inc baby) outside shops.
what my daft old dear did was go to the back of woolies, leave pram and bro outside, do shopping and then leave via the front entrance. it wasn't until she got home on the wolverhampton road she realised her error and legged it flat out back to woolies to find him still there in his pram. he must have been a really ugly baby if no one wanted him.