My own celebrations are smaller this year. I folded a mountain of laundry and turned out several cupboards (the Mijnheer thought my backside was splendid as he saw me working, I am sure) and will take some flowers and chocolate to a friend who is celebrating her own birthday.
As I worked, I was watching the program Very British Problems and I leave it to our British Betties to tell me if it's accurate at all. A man was being interviewed and I had a full-on Dawning Realization. Well, not a full-on one. That's reserved for Mijnheer van Voorhees. But it was adjacent. It was Betty-idealization At First Sight.
Meet Nigel Havers. Well, don't really meet him. The wiki article tells me he's a fan of fidelity...now, if you take my meaning. (We can't have everything, Betties!) But he is undeniably RBD material. Graying hair, broad shoulders, perfect accent. Check. Check. Check.
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I hope everybetty had a splendid Betty's Day!
ReplyDeleteThank you for mentioning Very British Problems!
Watch Very British Problems S01e01 720p Part 1 of 4
with Araminta, her head tied in a scarf, walking on the beach—in the rain! (0:59)
On the topic of shaking hands, the people in my country are famous for it, too – and I am not fond of this custom.
After the karate incident with a glass coffee pot...
When I was in my teens, I had tried to catch something falling out of the cupboard—the coffee pot stood in the way...
Of course, this happened on a Sunday, so we had to go to the doctor who was on call for emergencies. He put a special adhesive bandage that had several open slits on the cut, and wrapped a white bandage around my hand.
After the karate incident with a glass coffee pot...
My uncle and (boy) cousin came for a surprise visit, in the afternoon. They never came to visit us. I mean NEVAH. But just that afternoon, they suddenly showed up. My hand was evidently, obviously, visibly wrapped in a clean white bandage. You could not overlook the blindingly white gauze wrapped around my hand. It was impossible not to see that my hand was injured, seeing that it was bandaged. This did not stop my uncle from shaking my hand. Of course, I thought, erroneously, as it turned out, that he would be gentle. But no, he squeezed my poor hand with brutal force. I was speechless. (I wasn’t into name calling, back then, and am too polite, now.)
When my nephew was in his twenties, we met him and his girlfriend at family gatherings.
Family gatherings – rounds of handshakes! (Ugh. I hate it, hate it, hate it! Why be so formal with your relatives?)
His girlfriend would grab your hand and then, after a little pause, squeeze hard.
Weeeeird! And what’s more, painful!
After the second or third meeting, I told her not to do that.
Turns out, she had been criticized for her weak handshake...
Ouch! That sounds excruciating! I like to shake hands a little more often than I am allowed to do it anymore. There are hardly any cases for the formality and probably people hope not to catch any colds. We're all fist-bumps and hugs.
DeleteOuch! That sounds excruciating! I like to shake hands a little more often than I am allowed to do it anymore. There are hardly any cases for the formality and probably people hope not to catch any colds. We're all fist-bumps and hugs.
DeleteDoes it make me ridiculous to be so excited to have found your blog? My mom and sis make fun of my betty neels obsession, although ny husband tolerantly lets me spend a fortune on ebooks to have them all. So fun to find a crew of fellow fans!
ReplyDeleteWelcome, Betty Kimberly! Isn't it great that there are more of us in this world? All over the world! :o)
DeleteWell he's a bit too old to be a RDD, isn't he?...
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