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Lorraine, I've just thought of another coat tale that you might like from my childhood.
While I was growing up most children had a duffle coat at some stage or another. I had two at different times from memory. One was a nasty thick hairy affair with those big toggles and leather things to accept them - Paddington Bear style. The other, which is the feature of this story was a navy blue item in waterproof fabric. The type of cloth you might find on an anorak. This blue duffle coat which I had when I was about four had rather nasty cheap plastic toggles on it from memory. I had precisely no chance of fastening them for myself at that age - which led to me being done up by others (normally my Mother) frequently. She would often have a mac on, and would always stand behind me, reaching round my body to fasten the toggles. The coat also had a hood, which she would always start by putting up before fastening anything. Next on the agenda, and above all the toggles, just under the neck was a button fastening. She would do that next and if she had her mac on her sleeves and their lovely smell would almost climb up my nostrils. This was all a bit much for me!!
With the button done up she would progress methodically through the toggles from top to bottom. I've always been very ticklish and I would struggle to keep still while this went on. The lower down my body she went the more the tickling seemed to grow. The last 2 toggles happened to be positioned just above and just below my waist. Getting tickled there was something else - but I still really hated that coat despite this. It was made of nasty, inflexible material and I preferred my anorak with the zip on it, even though having one of those done up also had quite an effect on me. See my earlier note that you posted on Mrs Adams and what she did to me in one of those if you are in doubt.
One day my Mother had had quite enough of me for some reason. Four year olds aren't always sweetness and light are they? She decided I would play in the garden. I didn't want to. She insisted I would and got the said duffle coat out. She put the hood up, did the button, and all the toggles - sadly without her mac on as she was staying inside. I was sent out into the garden to play despite all protests. I threw a real tantrum, screaming and bellowing. She ignored me.
How did I react?
I pulled every toggle off the coat - and the button, and threw the lot onto the lawn! I made such a good job of it that the coat was ripped where the toggles had been pulled off. I can remember getting into real trouble over this, as you can probably imagine. I'm not sure how I was punished. Perhaps that bit has been blocked out of my memory bank - but I do know that the coat was so badly ruined that she saw fit to throw it away!! Whatever punishment I got was probably worthwhile, because I have many happier memories from then on involving my wearing of an anorak with a zip, and ladies in macs including my Mother and Mrs Adams delivering all the pleasures that I noted in my other letter relating to Mrs Adams and her zip interventions.
Happy days indeed.
Andy
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