Clodagh
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I’m pretty sure my children know where they come on the loveometer! ?
I’m pretty sure my children know where they come on the loveometer! ?
The first thing that should have happened, imho, is that the dogs were shut away. My family and extended family have always had dogs. In any household with more than one dog, they would have been shut away, for their own safety, as much as anything - and who wants dogs around food that could easily be spilled, as it often is at parties?
I can't understand why anyone would want dogs to be present a a party - but equally I wouldn't put them in kennels for a few hours.
There's not much logic in some fears and phobias, especially when you're six.
I developed my fear of Edward Scissorhands when I was about 7 (whenever it came out, I saw it at pictures) I am nearly 37 and still absolutely terrified of him. Definitely no logic in a lot of phobias!
That's almost as good as my dad letting me watch Nightmare on Elm Street...wind turbines/pylons have never done anything bad to me (although I could blame The Tripods).
Yet I watched Nightmare on Elm Street when I was very young and then insisted on dressing up as Freddie Krueger for Halloween every year til I was bout 10! For some reason, I though he was fantastic, knives and all...
Yet that scissor freak... a nice gentle character... I only had to look at him and the fear was crippling. It got so bad for about 15 years, someone had to check the TV guide before I would read it, incase there was a picture. If I hear it’s going to be on TV, I avoid that channel for weeks in advance, in case I catch an advert for it. I still feel an icy cold on the pit of my stomach if I see a picture of it. The brain is a weird, weird thing!
I've heard Timothée Chalamet played Edward Scissorhands son in a Super Bowl advert.
**wants so much to add a picture**
Yet I watched Nightmare on Elm Street when I was very young and then insisted on dressing up as Freddie Krueger for Halloween every year til I was bout 10! For some reason, I though he was fantastic, knives and all...
Yet that scissor freak... a nice gentle character... I only had to look at him and the fear was crippling.[...] The brain is a weird, weird thing!