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| The Bowls Ladies {& My Brother} |
I went to lunch with my Mum & Aunty Dell today. And about, oh 10 of their bowling friends. My Mum and Aunt are in their mid to late fifties. So they’re part of the young set of the bowls ladies. Are pretty liberal as far as lawn bowlers go. You know, liberal like, they don’t mind if your skirt is slightly above the knee and your bowls hat is actually a white baseball cap. Waaay out there stuff.
At lunch all the ladies were all chatting away. President’s Days, funerals {always a hot topic, my Mum tells me} and the latest bowling controversy or two. This one bought that one to the meeting. The other one beat those two the other day and now can’t even bowl straight… And don’t even get them started about the men’s portion of the club. There seems to be a ladies and gents mini war going on.
I glazed over a little, went on Twitter and checked out the goss. Drank too much Coke Zero. Ate my meal a little too quickly. And as I listened in, it dawned on me. This was like high school for old ladies. The cliques, the drama, the gossip!! Oh my. I felt like I was 13 again. But without the perky boobs and acne. I giggled to myself. What? Asked my Mum. What’s so funny. I’m so blogging this. I said. She’s blogging this, my Mum told my Aunt and anyone who would listen. And they all nodded and smiled. The mumour of she’s blogging this passed up and down the table.
Turns out bowls ladies, have this blogging thing all figured out. Silly me. I had no idea. They did however object to the use of old ladies… But heck, mature doesn’t have the same ring to it. Sorry ladies! Forgive me?
Suger 
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