They might be snowmen, but they gave me some sunshine

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How often does ‘sunshine for your soul’ come through your letter box?

Birthdays, Christmas?

Most people’s post, including mine, is usually bills, hospital appointments or marketing bumf.

(Cambridge dictionary – bumf: printed information such as advertisements or official documents that are usually unwanted or not interesting).

Well fancy that! I always thought that bumf was a made up word by my dad.

He also called talcum powder foofoo.

I checked that out on Urban Dictionary and most foofoo meanings were anything too frilly, fancy or over the top.

Eee, one was American and unmentionable (giggle).

Moving on, last Saturday I heard the letter box rattle and I strolled to collect my usually boring post.

As I picked it up, a great big smile spread across my face.

There on the cover of Portsmouth City Council’s winter Flagship magazine was a picture (Snowmen by Jon Somers), of two little snowmen (why not snow-women?), sat on a wooden bench in front of wintry beach huts.

Soooo cute, and ‘sunshine for my soul’.

But you know my vivid imagination darlings. All I could think of was Cissie and Ada, the Northern middle-aged housewives depicted by Les Dawson and Roy Barraclough on TV in the 70s/80s.

How we laughed at Ada (Les) as she mangled her words, or if a subject was a little delicate she’d ‘mouth’ the words, called ‘mee-mawing’.

That’s believed to have come from Lancashire mill workers ‘mouthing’ to communicate over the tremendous racket of the looms.

Then as Ada became more indignant she’d nudge her right boob.

It all sounds dated now. But I viewed some YouTube clips, and it’s still funny.

Cissie and Ada’s videos reminded me of my Gran’s Monday washday in the 1950s.

All the neighbourhood women would be out in the back yard hanging out their washing with wooden pegs.

Once finished, they’d gossip over the garden wall.

So darlings, what memories will Flagship’s snowmen (or snowwomen) bring you?