EileenH

Oh yes. I recently did something similar. I'd been gardening and when I went to wash my hands I saw that my wedding ring was missing. (Not my original one because I'd lost that some years ago!) I searched the garden together with my neighbour but couldn't see it. I wailed to her, 'How could this happen when I had my gardening gloves on the whole time?' She gave me that look and shook her head. Doh! Yep, it was in me glove.

Jill (#21) I remember my dad talking about how things were down the pit. They had to use any convenient space if they were caught short and there was no running water to wash. Their snap came out and was eaten with the same hands. He'd tell a yeuky tale of a fellow miner who complained about the smell all through the shift and found out that he'd got a smear of somebody's faecal deposit on his moustache. (I know. Lowered the tone. Sorry. I'll get me coat.)

Hmmm - if it's a dry something, like a biscuit, I might give it a bit of a swipe with me sleeve. Wet something, like a slice of apple, I'd probably run it under the tap.

I used to drive down George's Hill from work. I don't believe in ghosts - of course I don't! But if I had to drive down in the dark I'd put my foot down and scream round those dangerous bends, avoiding looking in the mirror until I got to the bottom. (I don't drive any more!)

I think I must have just met one. I was in a queue behind a young woman and her very boisterous little boy. She said to him, 'Be careful. Don't bump into that old lady.' I looked around and THERE WAS NOBODY ELSE IN SIGHT! I wonder what apparition she was seeing.

I was trying to remember Vic Centre and Broadmarsh from the days of me youth and found it a difficult task. The bus to Calverton went from Huntingdon Street Bus Station - the last bus was 11pm in the week and 11-30pm on Friday and Saturday so that limited late night socialising somewhat. I realise that I've never actually been to a 'club'. The queue for the last bus was always a laugh, though. Saving a place for your mates - sharing chips - scrounging a fag - rushing to get a seat upstairs. Shopping was Central Market - hot peas (or shrimps if you were posh) - and C&A for fashion.

I went to the hospital for my regular blood test and while I was waiting for the okay to leave two of the nurses looked hard at me and started to talk quietly to each other. Then one of them approached me looking very serious and leaned towards me. My heart started thumping a bit. Then she whispered, 'Did you realise you'd got your jumper on inside out?' Phew!

A fascinating thread - really enjoyed reading it. Couldn't contribute positively though, as I don't have a car.

I have heard it said that the best bits of Derbyshire are in Staffordshire. As a Medders-born and Calverton-raised exile who married into Derby I wouldn't like to comment.

Just bought Neil Gaiman's 'Norse Mythology'. Can't wait to get into it but I don't want to nibble. I'll wait until I've got an hour free. (I'm a Gaiman groupie)

I remember going to the trolley bus terminus to get change for the electricity meter. The conductors would change a shilling for twelve of the old pennies that the meter took. I wonder how much electricity you'd get for an old penny nowadays.

I was looking forward to this but found it disappointingly dry.

Good to be back, Cliff. Did you sort my double post out? Thanks. (Love the new portrait!)

I've just been out to the garden to pick the last of the early strawberries. We've had loads this year. As I filled the bowl I thought to myself, 'Kids nowadays? What are they like?' I've had strawberries growing in full view on the front garden just yards from where children pass on the way to school or playing on their bikes and I don't think we've lost one, except to a cheeky blackbird. We've got just a low wall and no gate. Obviously modern children are more honest than we were.

Yes! I swear I`ve still got it. (and splinters between my teeth!)

Oh yes! I`ve still got a little box of nibs but no little stems! I used to chew the end of the stick until it was soggy and frayed and looked more like a brush. Needless to say, nobody ever nicked my pen.

Best excuse I heard from a 12 year old when he`d failed to hand in his homework again. I sighed and said, 'I suppose the dog ate your homework again Wayne? And quick as a flash and with a straight face he replied, 'Actually Miss, the dog ate my pencil so I'm afraid I couldn`t do it.' Bet he went far.

The Co-op on Wilford Road, the Medders, was the first self service shop I`d ever seen. I was about 7 or 8 and I couldn`t understand how you could have a shop where you helped yourself. Thought everything would get nicked! There was a bank of sort of cages and you put your shopping bag into one and took a wire basket and you got your bag back when you paid. Our Mam`s number - 37581 - I emailed my siblings, in their 70s, and they all still remembered it.

If anybody was pulling a face or grimacing our parents would call it 'pulling meegrims' (sp?) I can`t find any similar word in dictionaries etc. I wonder if it was a Nottingham word or just one of their own.

The queue for the last bus on Saturday night! A social occasion in itself - smoking, giggling, snogging, eating chips, crying, saving places for your mates, falling out, falling over, Oh yes! And the conductor crammed everybody on. Nobody was left behind. If you had to stand there was often a friendly lap to fall into. <sigh>

Thanks M2M - for happy memories of Huntingdon Street.

#16 - thanks for the reminder Mick. I really enjoyed re-reading the thread.

My mother was sent to a Children`s Home on Hartley Road when she ran away from home after her dad re-married. No sign of it now.

Smashing pictures - I especially like the one from the Castle. Thanks for these!

Takes me back a bit Carni (well takes me back 50 years actually). In the days before ultrasound scans I had a wee surprise too when I was delivered of unexpected twins. My mam had to scoot into town and get extras of everything.