This week I've been thinking back to my past and the things that were in them and one thing that certainly was were comics.
It's a bit like how in Scouts over here in time it's gone co-ed requiring thought about how to run activities such as Camp.
The battle for sleep has always been there regardless of generation and with each generation of parents holding some part of popular culture responsible for that reluctance to get to bed and having got there, to stay asleep.
I grew up with blankets in what was our icicle covered window in the winter bedroom whose amounts were regulated to the season and being expected having being given a pile of them to make owns one bed.
If that wasn't enough then that handiwork would be inspected apart from the general state of your room and your behind would know it if indeed it was a state.
Sometimes I do miss that ability to tailor the bed linen to the weather being the sort who gets warm very quickly rather than having all or nothing.
While I normally have an idea for what end of year posts are like on my other blogs, this one for some strange reason never has one so like last years post could really of been any day of the weeks and sometimes I write something more like on my other blogs.
In a way that may be hard for the younger woman to understand, there was less of a difference between the world of the nineteen thirties to fifties to that of my own era as while some things had changed and the world was changing, much would not until the internet, electronic gaming and the smartphone took hold in the two-thousands.
Our world was simpler, we were less 'adult' in our teens, still playing using our imagination and making things.
A world of that, Enid Blyton, authors who wrote girls school and pony stories coupled with the sheer bliss of wearing a traditional pinafore dress for a variety of reasons touched on here and on the other blogs works out so well.
In fact with the messy messed up Covid world now you could say that really was more of help to me than much else although another side of that still in as schoolgirl mindset and headspace is I'm impulsive and easily lash out.
Having reliable adult authorities around to help dissuade me usually helps and normally I'd spend time with them for some tuition in everyday skills and remedial Maths and English as much as them dealing there and then with any issues with old school spanking that was in my childhood not that it was requirement so much of a rerun of the "If you stay at your cousins, they treat you as one of theirs", keeping me on my toes.
Covid did put a stop to that although I hope next year it can resume as old school parenting with spanking does help me be the best me I can, done with love.
For me it's never been about d/s kink stuff coming from a regressed past rather than play acting a scene.
Here's to a better pinafored and glowing New Year.
It's nearly Christmas so I'm gonna be be busy helping out so apart from having plenty of time to practise assuming the position in case it's needed coupled with a bag of coal we will be closed until after Christmas.
Happy Christmas and wishing you all a glowing New Year!