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  1. 13 points
    Good Afternoon All, Just thought I'd pop in, it's been a while for no other reason than just the stuff of life just gets in the way an awful lot. Anyway I shall be adding cobwebs to the broomstick ready for takeoff on Tuesday to celebrate Samhain Quite a busy year this year. We have been at Poolsbrook near Chesterfield and have been lucky enough to get through the promotion process, so next year we will be winging our way up to Altnaharra for 6 months as wardens from March......You have been warned Compo!!! We have been up to check out the site, at the edge of Loch Naver. Beautiful. Cannot wait to get up there. As we have a daughter and her family based at Lossiemouth it will be a double blessing. We have had quite a few trips up to Scotland this year on our days off, the last one being this last weekend to try out our new motorhome which will be our main residence at Altnaharra next year. Two days at Moffat and then a stopover at Barnard Castle have almost convinced us that we will be able to downsize from our caravan and awning to a 2 berth motorhome. I shall try to keep you up to date of our Scottish adventure next year. It promises to be quite a bit different to what we are used to as the water is provided from a dam which we have to maintain. Grass cutting is kept to a minimum by the grazing sheep, and often deer though I will have to tidy up the pitches after them....if you get my drift. There is no toilet block on site and the nearest shop is 20 miles down a single track road. So it should be an interesting year up there. Lots of preserving in the kitchen department. Poolsbrook has had a seemingly endless supply of sloes, blackberries, rowan, rosehips and crab apples so my pantry shelves are groaning under the weight of many jellies, chutneys and some blackberry gin. Sloe gin will be in production next week. Hope you are all well, Blessings
  2. 13 points
    Up at the crack of dawn this morning and checked into The Park Hospital at 7am. Into theatre before 9 and back into my room an hour or so later. Felt fine, had two pots of tea and egg mayo sandwiches that went down very well. Seemingly no problems at all but just before discharge a nurse removed the cannula and my precious blood was squirting out all over my hospital gown and sheets! For the second time in recent weeks I’ve been asked if I was on blood thinners (same thing happened in QMC)..... the answer fortunately was NO. Got a follow-up consultation with my man in 4 weeks time so fingers crossed that what he did today has sorted me out for good.
  3. 12 points
    MEALS FOR ONE No more the touch of your hand in mine The comfort of my arm around your shoulder. No more the sparkle in your eyes, the sure belief of being together as we grow older. No more the joy in anticipation of our walks to Dartmouth packing the waterproof in case of rain. No more the pleasure beside the Black Dee to marvel at the returning Osprey again The wonder and splendour of geese on The Solway Will no more lift our hearts and delight us. No more together at home with our love to surround us I truly believed my reassurance to you that everything would be alright until that terrible unbelievable moment in the black fearful silence of that night No more planning together the future, that's all now gone And I stand in front of the packeted grief and despair that's labelled "Meals for One"
  4. 12 points
    Thanks for the good wishes for my journey home. 'Twas a long day yesterday, up at 5am, flight was 9.30, 4 boring hours in Houston then on to Phoenix. 11 1/2 hours total in the air. Arrived in the house 8.30pm ( 4.30am your time) and straight into bed. 4 hours later here I am with a lapful of cats and my coffee. Damn jetlag. Had a great time in Jolly Olde and will do a proper write up of my meet ups when I get on the laptop.
  5. 11 points
    I mentioned earlier today my youngest daughter's habit of writing odd odes about the issues of making tea in our house back in the 1990s. Thought I'd share one with you anyway. I've always been picky about tea but I'm not as black as I'm painted here. THE TEA WARS VI January, 1994 The steaming tea-cup was set down, ‘Twas Father’s nightly “fix,” All was perfect, peaceful, still, ‘Til his first sip started the Tea Wars Six. The cup didn’t move, but Father’s eyes Glared over the rim at Mother and me. Slowly, slowly, he set the cup down And said, “There’s no sugar in this tea.” My father, I must explain at this point, Likes lots of sugar in tea. Mother drinks hers plain and strong, But Father must have his spoonfuls three. I started to chuckle and Mom to protest, But Father was adamant and firm. “There’s no sugar - this tea just will not do, “To the kitchen you must quickly adjourn.” “I know I put sugar in it,” Mom complained, As she rose and picked up the tea. “There’s none in it now,” my father said. “Please, quickly fix it up for me.” “But wait!” my father sprang quickly up, “This has happened too often before. “There must be something you’re doing wrong, “I’ll fix it - it will happen no more!” So Mom led the way to the kitchen, With Father storming behind, I picked up my book and trotted along, Curious to see what Father would find. Mom put the tea-cup down on the counter, Father peered over her shoulder to see, She picked up the sugar-bowl, inserted the spoon, One spoonful, two, and finally three. Now I have seen my mom stir tea, One quick swirl and it’s done, I knew that Father wouldn’t approve, So I waited, pen ready to record the fun. But Mom was being careful now, And she stirred and stirred quite steadily. Father’s eyes narrowed as he watched the spoon. “I don’t know what the problem is,” said she. Father cleared his throat and said, “The problem’s obvious to me. “You’re the problem, it’s clear to see, “To me and any connoisseur of tea.” “You’re not stirring clockwise!” my father cried. “Counter-clockwise is wrong you see! “No one stirs tea that barbaric way....” He continued raging and Mom shrugged at me. “Clockwise?” she asked, clearly quite puzzled now. “I can’t see that it would change the tea.” “Tea must be stirred clockwise!” my father cried. “So from now on you must stir it clockwise for me!” And Father’s rule stands firm at our house, You’ll see it any day, Mother looking confused, but contrite, Stirring tea clockwise, Father’s way
  6. 10 points
    A day of two halves for me... this morning there was the happy chaos of the toddler group and this afternoon, a funeral for an elderly man we knew. Beginnings and an ending.... Looking at the happy excited little faces this morning as the children played, painted and sang songs, I felt a bit sad for them about the world they've been born into. I hope they will be able to change the world a bit as they grow older - change it in a good way, of course. I wish I could post the videos I took in the course of the morning so you could share in their happiness, but I'm not allowed to - Child Protection, Privacy and all that. The funeral this afternoon just brought home to me how fleeting life is...... and how we should do all we can to bring peace and happiness to others while we're still here. We have another funeral on Friday - the lady was a very good friend of ours who always helped and supported anyone who needed it, both locally and further afield. Her memory will certainly live on for years .... My Christmas card list is getting shorter....
  7. 10 points
    If not asking for trouble it was certainly encouraging it. All this nonsense is getting on my nerves and when was a man touching a woman’s knee in a friendly way classed as sexual harassment. I grew up in a different age when I actually enjoyed wolf whistles, hugs and sometimes saucy banter from the lovely men I worked with. In my opinion this is linked to this Feminism rubbish, and I’m not saying that women should not have equal rights and pay but those who do all the shouting in favour of Feminism don’t seem very ‘feminine’ to me. Ok, I’ve probably ruffled a few feathers now but not bothered.
  8. 9 points
    Got kicked out the QMC last week & realised I was having daytime & nightime "Hypo's due to low blood glucose levels. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypoglycemia Absolutely awful experience. My diabetes nurse immediatly withdrew the insulin & been monitoring my BG levels ever since. All totally normal I'm pleased to say without any medication at all. BG now back at my old levels of 2 years ago ! Legs are still a bit "iffy" having to entrust Mrs C to drive my wheelchair about (scary) ! All things considered, on the mend.
  9. 9 points
    At this time of Remembrance I would like to share with you one of my poems, and trust that as my friends you will allow me this indulgence. I hope that you may understand my reasons but if not then in the words of my mate Radford Red, " I apologise in advance". REMEMBRANCE Eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month once a year we stand and we honour that brave fallen host. Two minutes of reverent silence afford them, shed tears with the bugler`s haunting Last Post. Every hour, every day, every month of the year a grief stricken devotion to my Love I pay. Alone, with no bugle, sad memories to cling to, my Act of Remembrance takes place every day.
  10. 9 points
    I am a member of the Robinson family through my mother who was one of the daughters of the founder Thomas Robinson. He lived at Lyon House 411 Westdale Lane which was built by his father in law (Mr Lee) who apart from being a builder was also an amateur rose grower and my grandfather's business partner when they started the original nursery on Westdale Lane near the top of the hill into Gedling. Thomas had 6 children but a boy died young under the wheels of a cart leaving 2 boys Tom and Eric and 3 girls May Lily and Joan, all 5 of whom worked in the business at one time or another as the production and sale of their produce was countrywide and also european to some extent. My mother recalled often going south with her father to sell to Notcutts among other buyers. Apart from the nursery where they specialised in miniature roses they also had a farm in Gotham where they grew a wide variety of flowers for the wholesale market and to sell in their own shops. Old man Robinson liked a drink and died relatively young because of it and the 2 sons continued with the nursery and shops for some years before eventually closing the shops and then selling the nursery land to developers. The eldest son Tom had built a bungalow on nursery land and had 2 children Tom and June. His brother Eric was given a piece of land next door to Lyon House and built 409 living next door to his parents although 409 has since been demolished and redeveloped and Lyon House now sits on a much smaller plot then originally.When the nursery was sold Tom the eldest son moved to Thurgarton and his son Young Tom built a bungalow just off the nursery and next door to his sister June. Young Tom as we called him ran the Robinson's wholesale business at the Central Market (under the name of something like Growers Produce i seem to remember) and he carried on for a while before moving to Jersey .Thomas Robinson the founder was a leading rose grower in England winning all sorts of prizes in his pomp and i have a copy of the obituary written at the time which talks about him in very glowing terms but i'm afraid the business didn't last beyond the second generation. One of my Robinson cousins remarked to me some years ago that we must have had the only business that lost money when the garden centre boom started. Oh well.!!
  11. 9 points
    Men may come and men may go but Mablethorpe goes on for ever. (Apologies to Alfred L T) All your memories resonate with me too. Remember the little boating lake with hand cranked paddle boats? And the Lyric cinema; saw Calmity Jane there. I can half recall the stations and the ride from Nottingham. Bingham, Bottesford, "look out the window, there's Belvoir Castle, wow!", Grantham, Boston, (where the sharp curve is,) "look, there's Boston stump...now look its this side wow", Sleaford?, Willoughby, Mumby. Somewhere along there was the South 40foot drain, "look, look here, they're herons, wow". In '53 I saw a rowing boat in the middle of a field. Sutton-on-Sea, then a level crossing and finally -'raaay, Madlefort!!. Outside the station were lads with old pram chassis and trolleys and they would take all your luggage to your digs in town for a tanner. The walk to the digs down High Street with.all the shops selling buckets, spades, kites, ice cream, cowboy hats, was magic. Happy memories for me and my younger brother. Mablethorpe, it had its time and its place in the innocent order of things. We've done lots since and been many places but Mablethorpe's special.
  12. 9 points
    What a lovely visit I had to my place of birth. My general impression of Nottingham city centre was, a lively place with many food outlets. The streets were clean, well, apart from huge drifts of leaves, but I actually enjoyed seeing those, coming from somewhere that doesn't have huge old deciduous trees! Being away does make you forget just how green Britain is. All the cafes were busy, lovely to have so many options to rest ones weary legs and have a chat. The buses are frequent, I rode them many times and was mainly the only cash paying customer. Most folks scanned a pass on entry, a great idea. Of course, went upstairs when on a double decker! The all-day pass was also great, quite a saving. For the first time ever, I went to the Royal Concert Hall and had another first. My first ever orchestral concert, The Halle orchestra, who played amongst other things, Ravel's Bolero, one of my favourites. Bliss. Walked through the Arboretum one day, through an entrance off Mansfield Rd I didn't even know about! I have always entered from Waverly St before. The dahlias were glorious. My Radcliffe-on-Trent friends picked me up for the weekend, and took me for a walk round Rufford Abbey Park on the Saturday, then to Chapel-en-le-Frith, through the beautiful Derbyshire countryside for Sunday lunch. Stopped along the way in Eyam for a walk round. Radcliffe has changed a lot since I left in 1977. I can't complain about the weather during my visit, first week was very mild with quite a bit of sunshine, then some wind and odd rain, but never cold. I had my 'fix' of fish, chips and mushy peas, pork pie, huge sausage roll, picallili, pickled onions and enough tea to sink a battle ship. Oh and real bread! It is so sweet over here and does not make good toast. I have brought back for us and family, liquorice allsorts, Galaxy, Milky Bars, Battenburg cakes, shrimp cocktail crisps, Hula Hoops, Walnut whips, matchstck chocs, Penguins and Club multipacks, curry sauce packets, sausage casserole pkts, Ribena, big Christmas pud, lime and lemon marmalade, home made damson jam, salad cream. Most likely missed some things off the list, but suffice to say, my luggage was heavier going back, than coming.
  13. 9 points
    BUMP Oh my goodness, Is there any hope for me? I've been at it again. We arranged to take daughter shopping to the big Tesco at Dudley. As we were all ready to go and I had my Gilet on, open down the front. The weather looked promising and i only had a few minutes to spare, so I clipped a dozen pegs all down the the side of the open zip and dashed outside to peg the washing out. Anyway later when we had finished the shopping, after walking around the store for about an hour. I had noticed a few smiles but just thought how friendly Dudley people were! At the till, Chris and the cashier were having a good laugh so I said come on then, share the joke. TWAS ME, still got eight multi coloured pegs clipped to the jacket, and none of us had noticed. Red, Pink, Green ,Blue, Yellow. HOW can you miss that?
  14. 8 points
    My trade was coppersmith. We used mainly planishing hammers with smooth faces - marks in the face would transfer to the metal hit if you were not careful. As you can see, there are flat-face, domed-face, camber-face, cross pein, ball and extended versions of cross-pein and ball, the latter to get into restricted spaces. When I left the trade in 1979 I took the hammers home, thinking that they might come in useful. I have only used two of them, as general purpose hammers. Got them out of the storage box, dusted them down to take this photo.
  15. 8 points
    I have been asked to do the Facebook 7 day black and white photo challenge so I thought I'd pop a few pictures on here whilst I'm at it: . I'm no pro and don't have any editing suites such as Photoshop, so what you see is what the camera saw.
  16. 8 points
    At the SH meetup last Saturday I was presented with a T-shirt from my mate Ian Dawson. A most generous & unexpected gift. This is a picture of an AEC Reknown from my Bulwell Depot days in 'the early '70s, pulling in to Manvers Street, Pre One Man operation in May '75. This one will compliment my Hobgoblin T-shirt too.
  17. 8 points
    Whatever happened ? A visit to my Drs was told a flu virus, stay warm etc. Muscular pain in legs worsening every day. 6 weeks later a holiday in Weymouth & received phone call from Dr to find nearest A&E on arrival. Pain in legs excrutiating by now & unable to stand. Sent for my lad to bring me home, dropped off at QMC instead. Admitted in hospital & the rest is history. Bactarial infection they reckoned but not found on any scan including, MRI,CAT, PET etc. only showing on blood tests. QMC staff absolutely fantastic, everyone an angel. Muscular pain in legs improved but trouble mobilisng as such. For some strange reason Blood Glucose levels gone through the roof, now injecting Insulin. Never done that before. Things can only get better. Have a brilliant nurse in Mrs C ! Many thanks for all your messages of support. Truly grateful to you all.
  18. 8 points
    Now firmly ensconced in my own bed at home. Mrs C fussing around as usual, in fact she has just given me my first insulin jab,honestly never felt a thing ! Looking forward to the SH meetup tomorrow.Plantfit, Rog has very kindly offered to pick us up from home,that is a typical example of the kindness shown by NS members. See you all tomorrow.
  19. 8 points
    BEEN KICKED OUT EARLY !!!
  20. 8 points
    Just had a surprise visit from our very own Plantfit..Rog. Such a lovely surprise to see a friendly face. Caught up on a bit of banter. Made my day it did.
  21. 8 points
    I cannot believe some of the last few comments from people who have had no or little experience working in modern day schools! I worked with hearing impaired students for 30 years in a mainstream secondary school, and also spent a couple of years working twice a week in our local primary school after I retired. Teachers no longer just stand at the front to teach rows of children sitting at desks and, as I said previously, teaching assistants are needed to help individuals or groups of children to access the information fully in a way that is right for them, either by signing, simplifying the language or using other aids to enable them to participate in the lessons. Not all children are able to learn in the same standard way but they all deserve a chance! I was fortunate when I was a child at infant and junior school that I found it easy to learn, but I dare say there were others who didn't and I feel so sad to read of PP's experience of getting the strap for not hearing instructions - that is terrible.
  22. 8 points
    Just had a young physio bloke take me for a short walk around the ward & we got chatting as you do & it transpires he is a Bulwell Lad ! Born & bred. Was like bing back in Bulwell again. Made my day !
  23. 8 points
    The genuine incidences of abuse are shocking and the perpetrators need to learn that such is not only unacceptable. In many cases it is criminal. Having said that and in reading between the lines of today's papers what I see is a determined effort on the part of some to divide our respective countries. Man against woman, political views against political views, white against colored, young against old, road rage driver against driver. The list goes on and on and on. There seems to be a ton of internal strife while our world as a whole is in a nosedive. Just this morning I read an item about questions that should not be asked in a job interview. They might be seen as 'discriminatory'. None of the questions would have bothered me. Good grief! We are reaching the point where our very words are likely to get us into trouble in the most innocent set of circumstances. If I buy a packet of Kellogs corn flakes I have discriminated against all the other makers of corn flakes. To society as a whole (not to my friends here at NS) I would say Gerroverit! It's time to stop the insanity before we all go bonkers and tear ourselves to bits. Who benefits from that?
  24. 8 points
    We are given five minutes to recite (one or more poems). If there is time after the readers have all done theirs then some can go again. I have in mind: Village sunday Farmyard fur and feathers A ride on a number 7 bus. (it used to go from Bulwell market to Nottingham) If I get a second go then will give them The gallop to the grave. After taking part on the first poetry night earlier this year, I am looking forward to it.
  25. 8 points
    DJ360, regarding your post about the use of acronyms. As far as I’m concerned I must be too old to be bothered to try to work out what you (or anyone else) is trying to say in an abbreviated form. I would spend too much time working out the first letter of each word I want to use, it’s far quicker for me to type it out in full. Also when I see an acronym, unless it’s one I’ve seen lots of times, such as IMO, or particularly on Nottstalgia SWMBO, my eyes glaze over and my brain switches off and I revert to something I understand without the need to google.
  26. 8 points
    Happy Halloween Y'awl don't eat to much cotton candy, you'll get nightmares! How long do we have to suffer this Americanised b******s
  27. 8 points
    Daybreak over Loch Watten this morning: The Whooper Swans have now arrived from Iceland for the winter: The light of hope for a fine day:
  28. 8 points
    I blame the soft left liberal tree hugging hand wringing head shaking do gooders who are afraid to speak out just going with the flow. I know a young bloke of 25 who's had the gender re-assignment operation at a NHS cost of £29k, I will never refer to him as her & still insist on calling him by his given christian name. I find the whole issue of homosexuality abhorrent & disgusting. I do dread the future & to be honest I'm glad I won't be around to see the this disgraceful behaviour spread to full acceptance by society, even on TV nowadays it's common to see men kissing etc. This is slowly brain washing the public to accept this sordid disgusting trend. If my views offend anyone I won't make any any apologies these are my views & i am entitled to my opinion.
  29. 7 points
    I think my first memory of Christmas is of me and late Sister Pam sitting in Mum and Dad's bed very early. It was still dark outside. The room was dark too as there was only a single lamp in the ceiling. Bedrooms were (almost ) exclusively for sleeping those days, so no heating and no tellies etc. That said, there was a gas fire thing in the wall but I only remember it being lit once. It was quite scary. I'm guessing 1952/3. Seems like that same morning I got a toy where you shot plastic Crows off a wire with a little popgun. We each got one of those little sets of wooden diamonds and squares in different colours that you made patterns with. There was other stuff but it all blends into one in my memory now. We always seemed to have Dates, Mixed Nuts, Dried Figs etc., and a full on Christmas dinner that was followed a couple of hours later by a full on Christmas tea. Ham, Tongue, Pork Pie, Pickles, Cucumber and Onion in vinegar.. ( WTF? ) and later... Sherry, Port, Stones Ginger Wine etc., but mostly not until the mid 1960s. At my Maternal Grandparent's house one Boxing Day, I got a little clockwork train set with a miniture 'Coronation' loco. Only a cheap pressed tin thing.. but I loved it. I recall my Grandad asking if anyone woud like a drink and my Uncle Jack asking for 'A Drop of Forest Brown'. Mum made Christmas Cakes and Puddings for us, and for relatives.. long before 'the day'. We usually went to the Bestwood Hotel which my Grandma kept. Can't remember if that was Boxing Day, or New Year, but we Grandkids would line up dutifully to receive our 'Christmas Money' It was 15 Shillings for as long as I recall. That would be around late 50s, early 60s, because I remember Uncle Frank singing 'Mary's Boy Child' a la Harry Belafonte. Frank also used to entertain us with: 'Once on a dark and stormy night.. Three Bold Robbers sat in a cave.. One said tert t'uther.. "Tell us a tale" And so he did.. 'Once on a dark and stormy night.. Three Bold Robbers sat in a cave..' One said tert t'uther.. "Tell us a tale".....' You can guess the rest.... Another lovely memory I have is of the High Pavement Grammar School Carol Service. Here, we are talking early 1960s. We would all troop down to the High Pavement Chapel, in.. oddly enough.. High Pavement. This was where the school originated in 1788. I was always very conscious of the history. The Chapel would have a tree, nicely lit. Assorted 'older boys' would do Folk type renditions of 'Mary's Boy Child' and so on.. The late, great Stanley Middleton, English Teacher and novelist, would play the organ and do his 'Phantom of the Opera' impression. It would all feel very warm and safe, with that little 'frisson' of excitement that precedes Christmas for kids. We would sing our favourite carols etc. and head back to school for the afternoon. Gosh!!! .. so many memories...
  30. 7 points
    Attended our village service at the war memorial this morning. I almost gave it a miss but then thought about the children who attended last year. The Brownies and Guides complete with flags formed a circle around the memorial. There were also a dozen or so other youngsters. Same this morning. These youngsters will remember that they were there for something important enough to get over 150 villagers out on a cold and windy morning. There has been a large cardboard box sat under the stairs cupboard for twenty years since my mother died. I contained all letters sent home to mam, while dad was in the army for almost 6 years. My sister told me that there was a lot of stuff about me in the letters ( I was two when dad was called up) and I have not had the courage to read them. Today seemed like an appropriate time. Wow! After 2 hours I have not read 10% of them! The hardships that my parents endured would be difficult to comprehend these days. I learnt so much. The cardboard box also contained a lot of photographs, my educational and apprenticeship details and newspaper cuttings that I didn't know about. Also a book presented to my dad for long service at Wm Hollins - 'HOLLINS a Study of Industry1784-1949. What a historic gem! More about that on another thread (pun not intended).
  31. 7 points
    When my eldest son was about one and a half year old, I brought him for Christmas a train that you pulled along with bells on, on Christmas eve son went to bed quite late (I was hoping leaving him up he would go straight to sleep) well waited till 1 00 am and crept upstairs with his pillow case and presents only for the train bells to go off. Mum son called "Santa's on his way I've just heard his sleigh bells ring" .Son his now going on for 50 and believe it or not I've never told anyone this story till now.
  32. 7 points
    Bayko, many childhood memories there. At least they did not cripple you when you stood on them with bare feet unlike Lego
  33. 7 points
    Took these pictures today looking through the kitchen window As I sit at my computer the little birds are about three feet away from me Rog
  34. 7 points
    Should be back in Buwell After teatime when my lad picks me up. Never looked forward to gong home so much.
  35. 7 points
    Yes Jill I feel happy and contented,nothing to do with my childhood, like I 've said I didn't know any different and thought everything was the way it should be, not complaing at all, it was part of my growing up and I accepted it,anyway there was nothing I could do about things,just sit in the background and be quiet, get a clout for talking without being asked and get a clout for not talking when spoken to, no wonder I got confused,looking back though whatever happened in my childhood made me what I am today,hopefully a decent person, but if I'm not so be it,I tried and By heck I enjoy myself now with my lovely wife, and love seeing my children and grandchildren as and when I can, and feel free to do as I please Rog
  36. 7 points
    Margie,I dint know any difference until I was old enough not to bother by which time it didn't matter anyway,so no hardship,you just accept what life throws at you and make the most of what you have,probably made me a better person I don't know, the main thing is I think I'm happy now Rog
  37. 7 points
    Made my day to day... The look on a landlords face when I arrived at one of his properties as he was fitting a second hand boiler for one of his tenants. It got even better when he'd stopped spluttering and I introduced my two companions one man from the ......Gas Safe Register....and one man from the gas dept of the HSE. Better still when I was able to point these two in the direction of a house 3 doors up where I suspected the same thing had happened some time ago Confirmed. It's took some time, nearly 6 years to catch this bugger but today GOTCHA big time. Turns out the authorities had already written to him to warn him off, but he had ignored them, as the man from the HSE said this will cost him £20K plus so that's his annual Caribbean holiday up the spout.......
  38. 7 points
    Saw the Dr today & she pleased with progress so far. Managing to walk a few yards aided which is always a good sign. Having an excursion to the City Hospital tomorrow for a Pet scan. All other tests ok. Even Prostate checked out ok. Mrs C fussing as usual. Both be happy to be back at home.Big improvement from last week.!
  39. 7 points
    Feeling a lot better tonight.appetite back to normal. Leg pain not as bad & my sense of humour returning again. Life aint that bad i suppose.Bulwell beckons Night all.
  40. 7 points
    Had a few very welcome hours to myself yesterday, and after re reading some of the posts, I've really been able to fully appreciate what some people are going through, or have recently gone through. I did at one time regret that I'd begun the topic, as it was so worrying and depressing absorbing people's ailments and illnesses, especially long running problems as those endured by Catfan and LizzieM. However, I'm sure it's helped everyone concerned that folks have got things off their chests and opened up about their problems and shared their heartache with everyone. I'm sure that everyone here is concerned for their welfare and recouperation. I feel so lucky, that at 72, I've barely had anything wrong with me. Other than a couple of hernias years ago, and the odd ache, pain and twinge recently I've thankfully had nothing. Heres hoping that everyone who is even slightly under the weather makes a swift recovery.
  41. 7 points
    I think your right Loppy about stuff being pushed down your throat etc. It would seem to me all minorities these days have a very loud voice and will brow beat you if you do not accept their opinion or way of life. As Col has said the homosexual communities make up less than 3% of the population but gezzus they can make a hell of a racket and just like the people who come knocking at my door to preach/convert me I have a propensity to tell them to bugger off not because they are homosexual/Christian but because they keep pushing it down my throat. Some things really get my goat and its not always the minorities themselves, it can be the authorities and how they deal with things. The one that is really getting me on edge right now is that the police in some parts of the country are refusing to escort remembrance day parades through lack of man power. Yet they seemed to have plenty of man power for minority parades.
  42. 7 points
  43. 7 points
    Even on Coronation Street, and Emmerdale, there's blokes in bed, and kissing at every opportunity. It's the producers and writers who are to blame for such filth, squalor and depravity. They're forcing their warped views down our throats via TV.
  44. 6 points
    I was school cook for Notts County Council up until 2010 and am disappointed to see children are finding school dinners disgusting as long before Jamie Oliver crusaded his way through NCC were pioneers in improving the meals. I can hand on heart say that whilst I was cooking in any school (I was a mobile cook supervisor for several years) the meals were home made and tasty, from meat pies, casseroles and pasta dishes to burgers (we made our own from scratch) and local venison sausages....always popular with caramel tart still being on the menu, but by far the favourite of my children was the Magic Chocolate Pudding. Fresh fruit, vegetarian options, salad and yogurt were always available with the veggie choice being popular with many regardless of their specified diet. I also produce meals for coeliacs, diabetics and lactose intolerant children. Sadly a lot of children were pulled out of school meals by parents due to Jamie Oliver denigrating all school meals as a whole and we worked hard to build up the confidence again. The only reason some children didn't like the meals was because it wasn't sausage and chips all the time. So many of them had never had a home produced meal, just pizza or MacDonalds as the parents were too busy to bother with cooking. However the children from less well off families who were on free dinners would always queue up for seconds. I used to love my school meals and always cleared my plate as a child, and even if I didn't particularly like something I would eat it due to my sea faring grandfather telling me about the real starvation that he saw, and being grateful for what I had. Ok I'm off my soap box now and it is quite possible that school meals may have deteriorated again, I know they were struggling against rising costs at one time, but I am still of the opinion that there are a lot of faddy fussy eaters out there in the younger generation because parents simply make no time for proper meal times and home made meals.
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  46. 6 points
    Great to see you today Mike, and I hope you can get out for the weekend,you certainly looked better than you did last time I saw you, take care mate, catch you later Rog By heck youth that tram ride were spot on, and a bargain as well
  47. 6 points
    Physio had me climbing a few stairs this morning. Passed with flying colours. Doc wants catheter out All looking good for an imminent release.possibly weekend ish.Bulwell beckons !
  48. 6 points
    How the devil have you managed to get to be the age that you are Col, I thought I was being wreckless eating three shredded wheat Rog
  49. 6 points
    From what I've seen, literacy, numeracy and basic general knowledge are way below the standards expected of those who left school in the 50s to 70s. I think part of the problem is that teachers are no longer able to teach in the way they once did, often due to disruptive pupils and having to adopt the roles of social worker, counsellor, riot police, etc. Certainly, where I was educated, it was a case of toe the line or expulsion...not that I was that lucky! Disruption wasn't tolerated and the aim of our education was to fit us for society in the capacity of employment but also to be able to converse with anyone of any age or background on any subject as an equal, without showing ourselves up.
  50. 6 points
    I think this topic has now been done to death. The next post will be on a completely different subject.