tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post5784468580346293725..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Tit for tat and Trinder's hatDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-81818438524115409982013-02-22T14:08:53.278+11:002013-02-22T14:08:53.278+11:00I grew up in the 50's and 60's with a Dad ...I grew up in the 50's and 60's with a Dad who'd successfully returned from fighting with the Australian Army as a Signalman in the Middle East. It goes without saying, if he hadn't, I wouldn't, after all, be typing this right now!<br />The point is, because of our Dad's love of anything British, my brother, sister and I didn't realise for ever so long, that a "hat" was a "hat" - and NOT a "titfer". It took some playground taunting to convince me of our family's linguistic folly. This was one amongst many, which I've inadvertently passed down to my own children.Roshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339472107640597921noreply@blogger.com