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Around the Square 1971 by Gary Roe Meet me down the market square tho there is no market there shoppers busy to and fro some will buy and some dont know carriers full from C & A there must have been a sale today purses saggin children nagging have we finished yet? husbands leer , craving beer whats left for you to get? Queueus for Corporation bus correct fare only causes fuss ask directions where to go "turn left here and up Long Row" no time to notice people round you ' but how many will astound you bargains galore with prices dropping todays th

I know it's serious but to be honest, I'm sick of hearing about it. Then one of my mates made a joke about it and I just had to laugh. What does a West African man wear on his head? Ebola hat!

My mum has dementure too. Thankfully, she can still cope with many things and is still pleasant to those around her. She still lives on her own in a sheltered flat. I visit her regularly to check she is OK, help with shopping and take her out. The specialist doctor she sees every 6 months seems quite happy with these arrangements for the moment. The biggest problem so far is her short term memory loss and the loss of organisational skills. Sorting out the contents of her fridge and cupboards is a constant battle, as she panic buys things she has already got plenty of. Generally, she only eats

I had six brothers so there was always a trolley of some shape or form on the go, but us girls had to fight to get on them. Me and my sister had a pair of roller skates between us she wore the right foot and I wore the left. GREAT FUN

Dementia is a horrible condition quite often affecting people that have had a very reponsible career and in fact all range of backgrounds,but trying to communicate with a loved one with dementia is so sad .wandering without purpose and the confusion they endure ,non recognition of people they have always held so dear,so very sad to witness.

carni (#19), you had me looking on Google for 'snaffled' as I'd never heard it before.

They were real roller skates in those days weren't they Sue. I can't remember if the Wheels were wood or metal! Though I do remember tying them onto our feet with rags or Mams old Stockings. I remember the clattering noise on the pavement. You can cover some distance when you get going. I never did learn an easy way to stop. I just used to make a grab for a Hedge or gate and hope for the best!

It is awful to watch the ones you love going through this slow process of degeneration and all we can do is be there to support them and each other. Thank goodness it is now recognised and support is there in varying forms. Perhaps through the darkest hours it helps to remember the good times and remind ourselves that they were not always like this.

so sorry to hear about your grandma darkazana. I would like to add a bit more about my mum I knew something was not quite right about her so I took her to see her doctor, he asked all kind of question's who's prime minister, count backwards from a 100, what day month year is it ect. she was able to answer all question's, on leaving the doc's she turned to me and said " that quack thinks I'm daft" well what could I say! A while after this she moved up to live near me in a warden complex, she would always have a smile for you, she was never violent just always happy. She did get worse as he

I sympathise with your situation taxiray. I don't know whether it's the fact that the police are overburdened or whether they just can't be bothered, but they don't seem to be on our side any more. If you've suffered anything like anti-social behaviour or even burglary, then you have to do all the work yourself and hand it to them on a plate before they'll even get involved. It's as if everything is too much like hard work and they've decided that crimes where nobody gets bodily hurt are too trivial for them. Things which might seem petty to the police, like people smoking dope and selling i

#2 - Tomlinson, is dementia really a modern concern or is it just because we hear about it much more nowadays as opposed to people not being 100% sure what it even was previously? I'm sure a long time ago people were considered 'mad' if they had dementia and were probably locked away in an institute of some sort.

Think this might have been the BMW of trolleys ! I don't think we would have dared to have joined our trolleys together down somewhere like Kenrick Rd but this extract from Clive James Unreliable Memoirs is funny . Ozzies called them box-carts . Go-carting I could not build go-carts very well. Other children made superb carts with wooden frames and wheels that screamed on the pavements like a diving aeroplane. The best I could manage was a fruit box with silent rubber wheels taken off an old pram. After school and at weekends boys came from all over town to race along our street. Ther

Wife got up ay 7.00am on Saturday to go to work, and was met with this. We have cctv and replayed it and saw that a small white car had crashed into her car at 02.30. and then just drove away. I reported it to the police who gave me a crime number and arranged to view the cctv on Sunday between 5 and 8pm. The police rung me on Sunday and told me that it was pointless viewing the cctv, as unless they could see the number plate it was not proof. Whilst clearing up the debris I found a part of the headlamp that had a date on it and a part number, it corresponded to a Vauxhall corsa 2011 onwar

Nottingham, Carni, (and possibly the rest of the East Midlands). I haven't quite got the measure of the Shropshire language yet - although a hill is usually referred to as a bank. No doubt I shall learn as I go along...!

You got me Googleing it as well Michael. It seems to have more than one meaning. One being something to do with reins. Coming from a big family it was used often in our house. You had to get in there quickly because somebody always snaffled the last of something before you got chance!

A bit of an update, car has been written off today, insurance have offered a bit more than what the car is worth. Police sergeant has just told me that they have spoken to the driver, who admits the crash, but thought that they had hit a lamp post whilst doing a 3 point turn! They have given me all of the insurance details. The surprising thing is that the driver was a young girl. Insurance company have been excellent, collected the car monday, and dropped off a courtesy car at the same time, assessed it and contacted my engineer, who decide to write the car off, I thought that the process

They where definitely metal Carni. I can remember our Trevor running over my fingers when I tried to take them of him, only metal could feel like that. Tell Chris they must be some his Dad made earlier .

I wish I had spotted this post earlier ! We had an almighty thunder storm in our area last week, the worst I have seen for years. It had been raining for most of the day but during the afternoon the sky blackened and it came down in stair rod fashion. About 3pm there was a very loud crack and a bright flash that lit up the whole place. All of the lights went out followed by another bang and flash that seemed to wrap itself around the house. I waited a good 15 minutes for it to pass over and then flicked the circuit breaker back on, luckily all lights and sockets were unscathed. I picked

Had a few 'bats round the tab' for using the toe of my shoe as a trolley brake & ruining them. Pity if anyone stepped out of their front door straight onto the pavement as they were liable to get run over. Well they should have looked so their own fault.

sledging was always great fun ofcourse we all had wooden ones , nothing like the plastic ones of today...we still have a wooden one in our garage form when my husband was little ...our grandchildren now use it ...we have purchased plastic ones in the past which have not lasted long as they crack...

ps - here's one I made earlier http://www.amazon.co.uk/Grisly-History-Nottinghamshire-Spine-chilling-Chapters/dp/0902751727

I started this post because some people that are in caring roles sometimes feel unsupported and at times isolated and lonely,communication when youre a carer is not always easy for various reasons but sometimes it does help to speak to others.I have nothing but admiration for any one that takes on a caring role,but it is vital that guilty feelings we naturally feel do not overtake reality,and reality is sometimes caring can be a 24hour role and nobody under any circumstances should be subjected to that kind of pressure and it is a subject we should raise with our children whilst we can discuss

Hi mummysnuggles , welcome , there are just 2 more that I have of the Standhill Rd streetparty 1977 and that's it !

Bought the puddings(ready made)last January being "sold off" at Sainsbury's.

I bought most of my Cake ingredients today as well! I just need a couple more bits and I will start mixing on Thursday. Doesn't time fly!

My grandma had Alzheimers in the days before it was recognised as such. It was very difficult for us all as a family as she lived next door to us so we were regarded as her carers with no other help offered. She would wander off, even in the snow wearing very little, she was incontinent usually in our house as she would come across when she needed the toilet. She fed the birds by putting whole loaves of bread out and so attracting rats, and she managed to set fire to her house. The only way we had any help was when she fell and broke her hip on one of her wanders in the snow. Then Grandma was

All new and upcoming flats are made for students!! Rather annoying for the locals who are looking for a place to rent that doesn't require having at least 5 flat mates!

I have come across a few friends who have someone close to them with dementia/Alzheimer's, and they all have said the same thing. The person with the affliction is really nasty to the relative closest to them, and nice as pie to everyone else. They can't help it, but it's upsetting to the one looking after them.

did someone mention the spitfire Mk XVIe? heres one i made about 2007-

On checking the date on the headlight sticker it is- 07/08/12, so the car was obviously built after this date. When I enlarge the photos of the white car you can easily see black paint. So I decided to go to Radford road police station myself, I asked to see the duty sergeant, but was told that the people on the desk will deal with it. I stated my case and was told that the sergeant would now see me. On explaining everything to the lady sergeant, who was very pleasent, she said that she would check out the reg no, and see what it comes up with. Within 15 minutes of me leaving the station s

You need to peruse this urgently. There will be paint transfer from the car that hit you and visa versa so this can be proved forensically. Also the glass fragments can be matched. I would demand to speak immedeately to the duty Inspector for your area and get an answer. If they still refuse to cooperate then you should make a complaint to the Professional Standards department at Nottinghamshire Police HQ. They can do something about this. Their replies to you so far are negligent and failing and frankly bull sh1t. Please do not let this drop and do it urgently. Time is of the essence and they

Sledging was the big thing in Annesley Rows, brillo pad the runners or you would get on the Choch (Church) Hill.

We have just investigated the name of a Trolley here in West Mids and according to my other half and my Brother in Law. Back in the 40s they called them Soap boxes. In the Scouts they would hold Soap Box Derby's. I like ours best. Trolley is the one I remember! mgread 1200, looks like Soap Box is the popular title!

You can try the posh name of Soap Box, but even there everything looks a bit upmarket compared to what I remember. Your right! that was the posh name and I recall they used to hold a soap box derby at Fairham Comp down in the bottom playground near the bike sheds, you had to pay some people to drive em they were so dangerous.

sledging was a great enjoyment i've made many but half moon brass runners were like finding gold. we mostly had to make do with flat tin strip. nailed on. not many screws about in them days. going back to trolly's to make the hole for the bolt to go through we'd use a red hot polka. oh nand what about kites, splitting the sticks with an axe and covering it with newspaper. what times we had.

The very basic trolley was an old Dandy/Beano annual on a roller skate. Could be painful!

Never thought about it before, but it seems trolley - for the thing kids used to make - was a name local to this area. I know the kind of thing everyone is talking about, but if you do a Google search for "trolley", you won't get a photo of a few planks of wood on a pram chassis. You can try the posh name of Soap Box, but even there everything looks a bit upmarket compared to what I remember. Try finding a picture of one. You only got trolleys in Notingham. To the rest of the world, a trolley is a thing you get in supermarkets, or on railway platforms.

Absolutely the worst job I ever had was at Weldon & Wilkinson factory on Rawson Street Basford for two weeks in 1967. God awful sweatshop underground, no windows etc. Couldn't leave fast enough.

You'd have thought they would have put Bills Mothers on it?