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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

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

I am so sorry for your sadness, Commo. Words are useless and superfluous on such occasions. Memories bring comfort and solace. You will get through it, though the tunnel may seem endess and dark at present. Remember that no one is ever truly alone. Take care of yourself. There are good friends here for the asking.

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.

my heart goes out to you Commo........but you found some lovely words.........life is cruellest when it takes our truly loved one's........you never get over it......but you do learn to live with it...........so they say..........all the best mate take heart from friends.........God Bless

Mrs Reds left some tuffies for me to give the early trick or treaters! So door locked, gates bolted, blinds shut, all lights off, hall door shut & me sitting in the back room out the way, thats until Mrs Red comes home from work around quarter past six ..... tell her no kids have been

We have a Light party at church this evening where we celebrate life and light (and we eat nice food and sweets, have games, songs and crafts as well). Why celebrate death when you can celebrate Life?

My house is all decorated and ready for all the little wide eyed ghosts and their mummies to pass by. They start arriving just before 5pm and for the next hour and a half, we have such a laugh with the neighbours and children. We started to do the Halloween thingy when our Granddaughter was at infant school, she loved it. She is fast approaching 17yrs now and we can't bring ourselves to stop doing it. It gives our neighbours and ourselves a giggle at the fantastic costumes and makeup warn by the children. I would love to think that all of the children that join us every Halloween, will remem

I hate Halloween. I suppose if you are religious and want to remember your ancestors, your dead, your saints and martyrs etc., then that is your choice. But Halloween as it is now in it's American influenced style of just dressing up and pretending to be scared/scary whilst annoying the neighbours, is just a commercialised meaningless waste of time. Must admit that both my Grandkids enjoy dressing up and so on.. but with my own I never really encouraged it. Mind.. I'm a miserable so and so... Was walking home from the shops at dusk last night when I saw a c

Beautiful poem, Commo. I think it does help to write your feelings down even though that can bring more tears . Thinking of you xxx

Commo, your poem so sad but is beautifully written. You have managed to convey your feelings in that lovely tribute. I struggle for words only to say, I hope you find peace and know that you have touched us with your poetry.

Compo, you're weird! (In a nice way..)

Me Uncle Chewy aways chasing cars

Hubby just finished hanging a green headed goul from the attic window, he goes on a long pole and as he moves his head lights up and he cackles. He is out till 7.30 because by then all the little ghosts have gone home. My son brought it home 7 years ago said to his dad you can hang the witch out of the window his reply - no your mum wouldn't like it. Didn't take him long to recover. Happy Halloween.

Blessed Samhain to all Nostalgians, tis the time of year when the veil between our world and t'other is at it's thinnest and spooky stuff can occur. It also signifies the end of the harvest season when all is safely gathered in and we can start to prepare for the long winter months by preserving what we can in the form of chutneys, jams, jellies and cider (of course), meat would have been salted down and hung in the larder to see our forebears through the cold dark days, and little furry and prickly creatures will be settling down for their winter snooze, their own larders stocked

The night's beacon The moon with its face so bright, Presents to us its silvery light. It has a secret, likes to hide, We never see its other side. Has an orbit 'round the Earth, Pushing tides for all its worth. Some people say its face doth please, Others say its made of cheese. The poet's best friend is the moon, Because it rhymes with spoon and June. Shines down on couples in a huddle, Reflects in water of a puddle. Seen in full face or in crescent, Cratered to its whole ex

NOOOOOO! I would get so depressed - I would be constantly in fear of a thumbs down

Ian Dawson the Nottinghalad will be over from the ROI next week to attend the Sh meet up what CHULLA has kindly arrangedjust hoping for a miracle i can get there.. Night night all

Me big sisters they loved Halloween

My late uncle was still alive at the time of Lee Rigby's death, after they were sentenced he said i would sell my house and give the money to anyone who gave them the same treatment. A navy man for 24 years and not shy of coming forward.

Should have shot him Rog

'Til y'all stand up and say,. We will not take part in this baloney!

Very recent Loppy, can't yet see a way through the grief. I find reading poetry a comfort of sorts so thought that I would try to set out my feelings in my own efforts.Thank you for your thoughts.

I always keep my garage clock at BST It is one of those that runs backwards so it is just as easy to read in BST as it is in GMT, since you have to convert the reverse hands mentally anyway.

So sorry to hear you're having these awful problems, Catfan. Chin up. We are all thinking of you. The moggies send cuddles.

Life! we have been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear; 25 Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;— Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good-morning! A favourite verse from Anna Laetitia Barbauld's poem 'Life'.

Has he been unwell? he's looking a bit woof Rog

I think anyone in this country with any feelings at all feels the same way Gem Rog

the farmer was old man Hackett. I used to play on the farm with his grandson John. We lived opposite the farmhouse (old white cottage. long gone) While I'm at it. anyone remember Christ Church Youth club in the mid to late 60s? Remember a camping trip to Charmouth that they organised.

Tins that don't have a decent rim for the can opener to get a grip on.

Keep the updates coming Mike, after all we don't want you lazing in bed all day with nowt to do Rog How Mrs C doing?

Wish I could give you 2 likes for that Margie, do you have nice cakes at your church?

Truly sorry mate. If you ever want to talk feel free to p.m. me. It was eighteen years ago for me. You go on but it still hurts.

I think Compo must have been a great lover of the Goon show, Margie. . I mean that in the nicest possible way. Lol.

I second Jill on this one Mick. I can't really say anything else except you are in my continued prayers.

No apples for me this year PeverilPeril, I've had to go scrumping for wild crabapples, the last of which I got today along with rosehips for my final foraging jelly of the year.

Sorry to hear about the diabetes Catfan, as we know its a horrible insidious disease, hope the insulin helps and you will improve very soon. Stay strong.

My brother was diabetic, thought he knew better than the doctors and caused himself all sorts of problems. Please for family and friends sake, for Bulwells sake and the sake of Wethers follow the medical advise to the letter. It can get a bit tedious but a 'normal' life is possible once it's under control. Get well soon

Keep it, change it, doesn't really bother me. I've said before I'm up at the crack of lunchtime come what may and shall continue so to do.... So there,

Margie when the green arrow appears have you tried moving your cusor to cover it, it should then display 'upvote'. silly expression really but hey it it what it is.

If lt's sorry and unloved I'll give it a miss. Memories never go to seed.

Wassailing. Looking forwards to this celebration in the new year. My cidre press was put to good use a couple of weeks ago and hopefully the first tasting will be ready. Got a few gallons of last years as a back up and a few 4 y/o bottles, so the celebrations will be well lubricated

Today is National Poetry Day. Here is my contribution. The maid makes up her mind So radiant was the village maid, and tressed with flaxen hair, Was wooed not by one brother, but by a hopeful pair. She did decide, the only way, was by a fair contest, Who takes her hand in marriage should, be fairly put to rest. 'I'll wait until the Sabbath's sun, has set well in the west, And then my swains, I promise you, my love I will attest'. But Fortune did not shine its face, on that chosen day, Its stead was overtaken and, the

You know them mad bonkers relatives you have, that you don't normally talk about? We've all got em, Here's me dear old uncle Alf.

Nocturnal nature When falls the light of dying day, o'er town and pastures green, And birds do roost on nest and bough, in every glade and dene. And shadows' fingers creep along, 'til dark replaces night, Then it's clocking-on time, for creatures of the night. The twilight's gloom awakes the bat, that hangs around by day, He uses echo-sounding, to locate and catch his prey. So swiftly and so silent, back and forth he sweeps, Devouring moths and insects small, that nightly harvest reaps. The spiky hedgehog trundles ou

Down town Thought I'd nip down town, quite a nice day for it, Got me bus pass, off I go, on top deck I did sit. Half an hour later, off at Parliament Street, From now on my tootsies, will pound the hard concrete. Standing by Clough's statue, a preacher I did greet, Asked him why his dear Lord, had gen me aching feet. Beggar sat in doorway, asked me for some change, Dog that sat beside him, I think it had the mange. Dropped in for a coffee, supped Americano, Then a stroll in Slab Square, and saunter down Long

#279 Too much cheese before bedtime, Grommit!

The gallop to the grave The old Grange was a place of dread, its squire so steeped in hate, Ne'er a kind word from him, had ever left its gate. For years his firm hand had its grip, o'er village and its folk, Those that laboured at the loom, and those behind the yoke. What friends he had were far a-field, down in London town, Met them once a week for drinks, in the Cap and Gown. A highlight of his visits there, was the chance to bet, Sat at table playing cards, determination set. One night at table chanced his arm, b

My dopey Son in Law won a best Halloween fancy dress themed costume competition in his local on Saturday night. He went dressed as a Zombie !...................... I'm not surprised he won, he is so zombie like, being gormless etc.etc.

Used to play on there as a kid...fields with cows then and a pond in the middle. The whole Wimpey site was sold including the site for the fire station for £120,000...rich farmer in those days.It belonged to a farm on Bagall Lane over the back. Another memory...25 yards up from the Barleycorn on Nuthall Rd going towards the city.There was a little sweet shop...I always remember the name F.Inger. Paul.