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Well Miducks, I survived my 'Procedure' yesterday, we didn't get home from hospital until nearly 7pm so was shattered. I needed my pillow. All went well, but being 'A mardy little bu99er' I went straight to bed. Glad it's over for now. I've been eating for England today, no food for 29hrs, just water. Worse than prison, at least they get bread with the water in there!

Done my bit too........Ounce of Yeast Mrs Williams ? Pound of Dried Peas.......Mrs Griffiths ? Half pound of Tub Butter......Mrs Carling ? Qtr of Potted Meat..........Mrs Robinson ? And it went on all day,,talk about hard Graft..........thank-you ladies thats 4/8............

Strange how some of us do silly uncomfortable things for enjoyment! Today I was determined to catch my first reservoir trout of the season. The cold wind, augmented with an icy shower or two made the fishing very hard. All the other fishermen were sensible folk and fished with the wind behind them - but I knew from past experience that the fish were on the opposite bank. So I fished there and had to cast into the icy wind. Bleddy freezin, but I got my fish .

I agree Loppy people are a pain in the proverbial. The local market was the worst. Every time I asked for something it was "its a bit over" what do you say when its a slice of very thinly cut ham After a while I understood what this woman was doing and finally found another stall to get my cheese and ham.

Just been out for dinner and got chatting to two old ladies in the restaurant. They both worked at RNIB in London years ago translating ‘O’ Level, ‘A’ Level’ and Degree exam papers into Braille. One lady worked on French and German papers and the other did the Maths and Sciences. Must say I was well impressed, they were a really interesting pair to talk to. One is living in a care home now, after a couple of spells in hospital following falls but the other lady is off to Mongolia on holiday in the summer, last year she went on the Trans Siberian Railway for a two week trip. Our meal was

Here you go Carni , it's.......

This is the actual view

When seeing what members write and seeing their avatar, we don't really know what this person is about do we? Looking at BK's avatar you wouldn't imagine that he's capable of painting such lovely things. Thats sounds rude and insulting but its not. We all imagine what the person is like, and it just goes to show that we've all got something that we shine at. Come on all you members surely you have a creative hobby. Lets see them. I have dabbled in painting and sketching and I would love to be able to pick up a pencil and create a passable sketch. I have a sketching set that i bought years ago

All's well that ends ( St Anns ) well!

Posted on the Facebook St Anns pre Demolition this morning: https://www.nottinghampost.com/news/local-news/gallery/st-anns-of-the-past-2650569?utm_source=nottingham_post_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=Nottinghamshire6&utm_campaign=daily_newsletter&fbclid=IwAR3f1fA5x9q7F_qyhwF2HgZf8BMm8okDYiNXZA3EleSIela1b1h6TZo_rd0

No food for 29 hours?? Only one cure for that...the biggest, squashiest chocolate cake you can find. And don't share it with anyone! Speedy recovery, Carni.

Thanks Margie,,strange how some days from years ago seem like only yesterday,, Remember many of the lady customers from my Teen years, many had songs written about them,, already mentioned Mrs Robinson,,then there was Mrs Jones,, we had a thing going on "" not forgetting Mrs Brown,,who had a lovely daughter,, lol,,

Memory is a strange thing.........whilst relating the above.......names of other staff from that day in 1963 came back to me,,and a full memory of what the customer was wearing....IE Light coloured suit and he had an ''hair lip''.......the Manager i was standing in for was Mr Coleman,,who had a broad Norfolk accent,, and the two staff members were Rob Farrell and Elsie Taylor...........from one day 56 years ago,,, feel very old now..............

First day as Relief Manager at Farrands, Mansfield rd,Sherwood,,i was just a boy 18,, Man comes in 9am,, Man,,wheres the free balloons with the Quash i bought Saturday? Me,,sorry sir,,don't know,,ive just walked in,,the other staff will be here soon,if you can hang on a bit, Man,,not good enough,i want them Now,, Me,,really sorry,just hang on,, Man,,who do you think you are talking to? Me,, if you can't wait a minute or two,, go away,,(in Bulwell speak f off) He left saying he woukd be reporting me, 9am next morning General manager mr Vaughan (dad

Yeah! I had a sense of humor. Told one not to let the door hit him on the way out. He went down to my competitor's store (With whom I was friends) and told him what I said. He said he had the hardest time not laughing 'cos that's what he wanted to say.

Coffee stronger the better thanks nonna,, Most customers in my few years in retail for Marsdens/Farrands were very nice,,if you had a sense of humour,,

I've learnt from it, Nonna. I always try to have a smile for those in retail even if I'm miffed over the product or service. They're trying to earn a buck and I don't know the pressures or quota's they are working under.

Always the gentleman Ben. The only way I can get food delivered is by ordering fro British corner shop. We can't even get a pizza delivered. Forgot to add the coffee is very strong is that alright?

I don't think I'd last long there, Nonna. We had a mobile phone shop for seven years, until we sold it. We were selling one particular mobile phone service. Most folks were good to deal with, but some came in with a chip on their shoulder about the service. I didn't own the company, only that store but they'd take it out on us because we were the reps. One moaning twerp can spoil your whole day. I'd finally had enough.

Skills on their own Phil, don't put yourself down Rog

Yet again in this thread............a person who has not registered - only posted as a Guest - has left this message which would not be seen unless I copied it into here. Johnny Henry Larvin. Boxing name Carrington, from Nottingham is my father. I am one of his 7 children. 2 in London. 4 Nottingham. I in Derby. Surnames Tomlinson. Larvin. And Spencer.

Ah Lady Nonna ,just slip me a little note with your requirments on,,,then go home and put the Coffee Pot on.....i'll deliver your needs later

Sometimes you have to laugh, don't you. As I said I'm ignorant of St Anns as was and looking to learn a bit more. Where was this Alford St then?

Carni, your memory is obviously still working well, despite any side-effects from your 'Procedure'. I remember the thread about 'King of the French' but I never remembered there being any reference in it to Alfred Hitchcock, so I've learned something new today !

You will soon be down to Birds, or sending someone else for your refreshments, all the best for a speedy recovery Carni. You will soon be back on your feet or cakes.

Fantastic. Do you know I typed Hitchcock into Google myself and it turned nothing up about marriage. I kept searching and Hitchcocks name still kept coming up in my mind. I never thought we would find it. I can sleep tonight. Thank you so much you pair of fabo Notstalgians. So little information and you solved it. PS. Did you know Alfred Hitchock hated his nose? Sorry, take no notice of the last line. Not sure if I have the right man? It was Orson Wells. DOH

I googled "Nottstalgia : typing" and Alma Lucy Reville (Lady Hitchcock) came up in an image search in this thread . https://nottstalgia.com/forums/topic/8950-i-didnt-know-that/?page=7&tab=comments#comment-578538

Just as DAVIDW posted that, I'd found the thread where it was mentioned...... https://nottstalgia.com/forums/topic/10970-king-of-the-french-pub-nottingham/?page=2&tab=comments#comment-169761 ....and I would never have expected it to be in that thread !

Ben, I'm so impressed with your powers of recall...

Will give it a whirl and see how I get on. I'll be back.

And very nice too Nonna. As it's coming up to Easter, I thought I would post you and everyone an early greetings. This pen and ink drawing I did many moons ago. I'm still learning. B.

Beekay,. Looking back at my post regarding your paintings and avatar. It did sound rude but I can assure you that it wasn't meant in that sense . I really hope you didn't take it as an insult. Looking at peoples avatars you get a certain idea about them probably totally wrong, but I imagined you to have something to do mechanically. Better close this post before I get myself in too deep. Please more of your paintings.

Looking back I can say that I have never done anything that can remotely be called 'creative' in the artistic sense. I've designed and been responsible for building factories, warehouses and an office block but these were totally functional and I didn't win any design awards. I've built a car, I've restored classic cars and tractors. I've painted and decorated but only domestically. I studied art at O level but I only did that because I was taking biology at A level and that involved a lot of drawings of dissections of plants and animals. Since then I have never drawn or painted in an artistic

This thread reminded me of todays attitude when shopping, not so much in supermarkets but in local shops where people shop daily for their needs. I tend to shop in bulk for basics and shop for fresh as needed but do tend to go to super markets because in local shops you get into a mass of people who don't understand queueing. Then they want some ham, only 3 slices, no thats too thick/ thin. No I don't want them , cut them again. Ask for 200 gr of ham/ cheese or whatever . Slightly over, ok? No I asked for 200 gr . The assistant getting a bit peeved asks what do I do with the extra slice, and

Is that shorthand for, my mistake sorry ?

Indeed. Done my bit too. Try 'drossing off' a 50 ton pot of molten scrap lead which has a foot thick layer of wire, bits of brick, old plumbing fittings, general crud etc on the top. Just breaking into it was a nightmare and then just a slog of dragging, ladling etc.

To clarify about this film. My dad shot it in 1970 and I edited it in 2009 and posted it on YouTube. Since then it's done the rounds and come back to me several times. His shop, Rutherfords, is featured on Burton Road opposite the new development and you can also see, very briefly, the company shop on Victoria Road Netherfield. Alan Rutherford who founded the company, is credited with pioneering a video recorder that the company sold as early as 1965.

Made & painted this as a tiepin. Made two even smaller, (about the size of half a wing), these I turned into earrings for 'er indoors. Somebody took a shine to them so I sold the pair !

I've done a lot 'handball' loads. 22tons of bagged cement, as you say still hot - full 40' trailer of 1cwt bags of plaster - trailer full of McCarthy bricks from Bulwell - 2cwt hessian bags of sugar beet (they damn near killed me) - raw brown sugar in 1cwt bags, sticky and as rough as sandpaper - building blocks - concrete paving slabs... the list goes on and on all unloaded by hand. The beer barrel I now carry around my waist was once quite an impressive six pack. Thank god for palletisation

Nice pix DavidW, an interesting concept.. It reminds me a little of Aboriginal art in Australia. For some smaller flowers I tend to use a round embossing tool, dipped in paint and applied. It usually leaves a perfect round that you can't always get with a brush. You know, I never thought I'd have my own thread, with so many compliments. Whodve thunk it !! B.

My Mum was always petrified of being stuck in phone boxes, lifts and public toilets. I remember being in town shopping with her and having to ‘stand guard’ outside the open door of the loo. I’ve never had such a phobia, even though I did get stuck for ages in a lift at Vic Centre years ago. It did make me sweat a bit as nobody arrived when we pressed the alarm button, then my boyfriend of the time used a big plastic hotel key fob he just happened to have his car keys attached to, squeezed it between the doors and forced them open. Phew!

Back in the early sixties we didn't have a phone, but my elder brother (23 years older than me) had got married and got his own house with phone. My parents used to give me a few pennies to go to the nearest phone box to ring him before going round to visit. I was scared stiff of being shut in one of the old phone boxes (the doors were really heavy) so I used to hang around out of sight then go home and say nobody answered. I still have this phobia about going in phone boxes. Even as an adult (before mobile phones) if I had to use one I would keep the door wedged open with my foot.

Even during the fifties things were still pretty tight. I remember going to the individual shops with me mam. My dad got called back into the navy because of the Korean war. So my mam worked afternoons at Boots to add a bit of cash. I used to go to my grandma's after school. My grandad had an allotment so we got quite a lot of fresh veggies in season. I never really understood how tight things were, but I never heard any of them moaning.

Mum mixed the butter ration with milk to make it go further when spreading. She also cut off the toe end tops of my sandals so they would last a bit longer before having to buy new ones. (I actually still did this with my daughter's sandals when she was little in the mid 1970s)