It's a SIGN

I went for a walk with Barbara at the weekend. She needed to go to the loo so we called at the Coutryside Information Centre and she rushed in. The main building was closed so I followed her into the Ladies.

Or so I thought ….. But she wasn’t there! So I walked straight out to see her emerge from … the GENTS.

Now Barbara does tend to live in her own little world, but I’ve nearly made the same mistake myself on several occasions.

Let’s face it how long is it since I wore a skirt? Before you start - I have good legs. They are now my best feature as everything else crumples and creases. Trousers, jeans, whatever are just so much easier and convenient for my lifestyle. I used to love leggings, but I’m not sure I can risk them this time around (mutton as lamb??)

In the mid seventies I was teaching in an inner city school in Ardwick when a colleague was sent home for wearing ‘trousers’. Remember, this was after the swinging sixties had well and truly swung. The women got together and hassled the Headmaster who called a meeting. He stood up on the stage, puffed his chest out, and told us he had consulted ‘Marjorie’ - ‘the wife’. Between them they had decided that the way forward was to confine the forbidden apparel to the wearing of trouser suits - but not random trousers.

Here are two examples of trizer suits.



After this we just pleased ourselves.

A few years later, my mum lost two jobs - one in a Greengrocer and the other at a Bingo hall - because she wouldn’t wear a skirt.

But back to the bogs. What’s wrong with the biological signs?



Or something like this - the Kaz version?


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