Fun Monday #30

Theotherbear is hosting this weeks challenge and had the brilliant idea of asking us to post...

...a little white lie that you may, or may not, have gotten away with. Perhaps it's something more sinister than a little white lie - maybe even a deep dark secret that you've kept buried for years! All the better! Now's your chance to get it off your chest and confess: "Yes, I did eat that last slice of cheese cake", "No, I wasn't washing my hair that Saturday", "Those pants do make you look fat"!

Well that was easy I thought (unlike my mother who tells me she never told a white lie)! So where do I start?

'No dad I did not cycle through the brambly lane', uttered when dad found 13 punctures in my bicycle tyres aged 14.

'No mum, we didn't watch daytime tv', promised when we were children and she had to work during the holidays. In those days there was only childrens programmes on for an hour or two so it wasn't like we were glued to the screen all day, we also completed our chores and played outside.

Then there was Mrs T's skirt. Mrs T lived opposite us, had huge dyed hair (I later found out she wore wigs), had a bar in her lounge and was a barmaid. My mum would have thought her a bit tarty. One year we were collecting jumble for the annual tennis club jumble sale and I found a skin tight, knee length black skirt which I pronounced suitable for school. Mum said no way was I wearing such a tarty skirt to school and promptly popped it back in the black sack. What could I do? The skirt was calling to me! Yes I sneaked it out and wore it every day to school until I could squeeze into it no more. If you're wondering I used to wear this horribly grey, pleated skirt that had belonged to my sister over it and would slip it off in the brambly lane!

Then there was the case of the pink shoes. I had maroon/brown shoes for school (the uniform was black or grey clothes and black, blue, brown shoes). I hated these sensible hush puppies so started wearing my baby pink moccasins. I got away with it for two weeks then my year head caught me and asked me why my mother let me wear them to school, I mumbled that my mother thought they were ok. That day as I left school I was handed a note to give my mother about my pink shoes. I told mum the year head was colour blind and thought my maroon shoes were pink but that another teacher had said I could keep wearing the maroon shoes, phew, got away with that!

Finally, mum when I told you 'I have one beer then drink coke all night' I omitted to mention that there was some rum in the coke! (I was over 18 at the time).