I dont swear. Never have, never will. I am trying very very hard to understand why some people feel the need to swear in almost every sentence.
As a child i remember one of the boys in school having his mouth washed out with soap... yes really!
I have never heard my siblings swear... nor any of my extended family for that matter! My home is a no swearing zone.
Foul language seems to have become the norm these days. Why do people feel the need to eff and blind all the time? I have seen mothers using such language in front of their children. Sometimes the swearing is directed at their offspring. EEK!!!
If theyre not swearing, theyre talking loud enough for the people in the next city to hear! Ok.. a slight exaggeration but you know what i mean.
A prime example here... While out shopping for a bed i came home with alot of measurements flying about in my head... not my measurements though... A woman was kind enough to allow the entire store to hear how big each room was in the place... where the sofa would go... how 'f******' tired she was with her bf not pulling his weight, how uncle john is still in her bad books etc etc.
Do i really want to know their personal stuff? Anyone know what 'lowering ones voice' means? Someone please tell her!
I turned round to look... you could have knocked me down with a feather. This woman did not look like a gum chewing, tracksuit/big hoops wearing chav. She was well dressed and had quite an angelic face. Not at all what i would have expected to see. I looked around to see if i'd been mistaken... perhaps it was someone else. NOPE. She opened her mouth and boom! I so wanted to cover my ears. I wasnt the only one who was annoyed at this stage... several people glared at her, some rolled eyes, some tutted and i grumbled!
How many times are you stood in a queue trying to block out what the people in front of you are talking about.
If i had my way i'd send all these women to etiquette school... learn how to be a Lady.
Is it the upbringing? Can we blame it on the guardians? Sometimes... not always. We all have a mind of our own and the ability to change ourselves.
Yesterday... a woman was shopping in the supermarket IN HER PYJAMAS... what the heck is that all about? Am i being too upperty about this? Have i grown old before my time?
I saw the old dear next door, Mrs Wotsit, while i was unloading my car. Shes lovely. Very fit for her age... always out and about. I stopped to have a chat with her and mentioned how quiet the street was considering its the holidays.
Mrs Wotsit: That family down the road have moved. Jasmin: Ah that explains it Mrs Wotsit: Didnt you know dear? Somebody reported them for disruptive behaviour. Luckily they were renting so it was not too difficult to evict them. Jasmin: So there is a god! Mrs Wotsit: If there is, he took his time dont you think dear?
Better late than never is all i can say. We are now in a chav free zone... for now!
