AIBU in the 1970s

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I grew up in the 1970s, the age of relaxed and free range parenting. If mumsnet had existed then, what do you think mums would have asked in AIBU?

AIBU to spend my playtime snack money on the Black Babies so that I can adopt one and get to name one? And get a certificate

When did we make the transition from one full size pizza between four to one each?

Even in the early days of going out to Pizza Express I would usually share one with a friend.

And in the case of my 17 year-old, it's two each if they are supermarket pizzas.

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Oh yes the black babies. Shocking to think of now. I wonder if they did really name the name you chose?

AIBU to ignore the child who complained that it hadn't won anything in parcel the parcel at the party this weekend. There is only one winner in this game and it's the person who unwraps the last piece of paper. Tough if that's not you.

Our house is full of Victorian shit - sash windows, old fireplaces, corniced ceilings, those hideous Belfast sinks, ceiling roses etc. Would IBU to rip it all out and cover everything with Artex and wood chip wallpaper? I'm also going to replace the boring white bathroom suite with a modern avocado one. (This is precisely what the previous owners of our house did).

I'm a PE teacher in a mixed primary school. There's this 1 fat girl in one of my classes who's hopeless and running long distance. AIBU to give her a headstart over the other, normal kids, so we can all watch her trying to run and piss ourselves laughing? Then, when the normal kids do overtake her on the track, they can scream abuse, push, punch and kick her, then once again, laugh themselves silly when she does finally crosses the finish line? Also, AIBU also to stop any other kids who are walking by to watch, laugh and shout insults at her too??

AIBU to think that brushed nylon nightdresses and brushed nylon sheets won't feel at all uncomfortable or staticy? After all modern fabrics are surely the way to go?

Olivia- YANBU

I am also a primary school teacher and have just had a run in with a pushy, over protective parent about something similar. We have just had our annual sports day. Every child takes part and the team that gets the most points wins a prize. I put one of our skinniest, palest most uncoordinated children in to the last race of the day. All the children had been enjoying sitting in the hot sun all afternoon and it was going to be a very exciting finish since the top two teams were only one point apart. Skinny kid ran like a chicken (as usual) so lost the race and the prize for her team. Unsurprisingly the other children and parents were shouting abuse at her as she waddled round the track. The idiot mum complained that this was inappropriate. I explained to them that parents have a right to get excited about sports day and to get upset if their team have victory taken away from them. I tried to sweeten the message by suggesting that if there was a maths test their daughter would win but the sarcastic old cow asked when this would be made in to a team even so she could come in and ridicule the other children. She even suggested that perhaps the children should be allowed to sit in shade or wear hats if it's hot next year. How crazy would that be! The fact that her DD looked like she was about to pass out when she finished the race and her pale skin was starting to burn is clearly evidence that she should be outside more so she gets a tan and toughens up.

AIBU to be cross at DM for changing marmalade brands? My favourite thing in the whole world is collecting Golliwogs from Robinsons and I have at least 10 of them

My friends has a little brother who is 'not quite right'. He has gone to live at the 'Home for Incurables'.*

*This was a real institution in Adelaide in the 70s.

Unbelievable! As if it's the school's job to mollycoddle this useless child? I fear these kids having to face life's challenges in a few years time!! Teach her to run instead of flippin-well pampering her..

Just discovered am pregnant. Can't wait to call my mother and tell her. S

Sitting on my hands to avoid picking up the phone, as of course can't call before 6pm when off peak call charges apply (and even then I will only be able to speak to her for 60 secs max).

Think this explains why when I call my grandma she says "Hello dear how are you? How is Mr Bumps? How are the children? OK well then better say toodledoo bye dear!"

Blimey "Saffron* uncanny. My above incident happened in Australia. It's the first time I've ever written it down and I must confess to feeling a bit troubled about it 42 years on!!!

I'm sorry, I meant to say how tragic for your friends brother.. Nothing surprises me though. Different time / different planet wasn't it??.

I just googled it to see if I had imagined it. The name was changed in 1981.

I had a letter read out on Tiswas - I still have their reply in my memory box!

There is still a home for the incurables in Streatham, London. It's a care home for extremely ill/infirm/physically disabled people. There was also an Incurables movement in the late 1800's to help care for people. I can imagine it took on a sinister connotation at some stage but I don't think it was set up with this in mind - I don't know enough about it.

When I lived in halls of residence (Inner London Education Authority) we had a wing of the British Home and Hospital for the Incurables in Streatham.

Great- close a door and have a bunch of noisy, often pissed students living millimeters from the poor incurables. And next door to the pub at the Crown

(I think the land has now been sold- desirable area and all that)

Aibu to tell my husband off. I had to take a job because we were struggling. If i'm not home by 6:15 and cooking his tea he waits at the gate post and starts telling me off. I'm fed up with having to run a mile from the other side of town, just because we were late locking up...