Jill Sparrow

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  1. Got a bone to pick with @Stavertongirl She's been handing out my address to Gertie's friends! First thing this morning, I found an humongous, black, eight-legged bruiser skulking in my bathroom basin! "Ey up!" it said, darkly. "Goodbye," I replied as I dropped it out of the bathroom window, having caught it in the ever present plastic tumbler. Don't mind the smaller ones but I'm not having a giant like that in residence. On a happier note, I met Horace the hedgehog last night. I've been putting food out for a few days and the dish has been empty each morning. He has
  2. Take care, Carni. A friend of mine was struck by that ailment. It is very, very unpleasant. Not related to cream cake intake, so far as I know! Get well very soon.
  3. Wonder whether the DoE will be stalking the battlements, looking for Charles, ...."I am thy father's spirit..." ? The play's the thing!
  4. At my father's funeral, which I conducted as he had no religious convictions whatsoever, I was tempted to recite his version of It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse. He would have loved it but I was not allowed to. My mother forbade it! My father believed that no one should take life too seriously. If you did, you were in serious trouble. I think I succeeded in ensuring that no one left the crematorium without a grin on their face. He would approve!
  5. For the Phil...istines amongst us. Holy Orders An early morning summons From The Master of All Fates Caught the Dalai Chulla napping - Tut! Chief Bouncer on the Gates! "Now, pay attention, Chulla! Pin back yer tab 'oles, please! What's up? Yer got a monk on?" (MOAF speaks fluent Radfordese!) "There's a new boy on his way here. On Earth, a VIP. But, as yer know, once through them gates, Yer all the same to me. Hindu, Buddhist or Muzzie, RC or HRH It's what you are, not who you were, Regardless of your faith.
  6. Well, maybe not a lot! Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. It's not obligatory. I've not listened to this particular offering as I'm not really interested but I'm sure that great advocate of rhyming poetry, so well known to us all, His Grace The Dalai Chulla, he of the saffron robes, will have prepared a more suitable offering with which to greet the DoE! If he tells me what it is, I'll let you know.
  7. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-56757956 Should have gone to Specsavers!
  8. March 16th 2019. You've posted that before, RR.
  9. Brilliant photo, letsavagoo. I haven't seen that before. The dancing shoes were displayed in the window round the corner, on Hartley Road, which in those days faced the church.
  10. I believe Eric's and Clays both had a lot of seconds. The shoes dad bought for my sister and myself were something like Clarke's seconds. They were good quality and lasted a long time, especially when he'd put segs in the soles and heels! They lasted too long for my sister who complained that she sounded like a cart horse walking along the pavement. I didn't mind. Did a bit of tap dancing in mine! Dad had a thing about shoes. They had to be good quality, a good fit and well cared for. As children, he was always polishing his own shoes and ours! Something to do with being in the fo
  11. The one I knew was on the corner of Alfreton Road/Hartley Road, opposite Bentinck School and in the same block as Flints Sweetshop. I think there may have been others elsewhere. They were a shoe shop. If memory serves me correctly, green fascia with E R I C S in reddish lettering. They were there for many years.
  12. Erics always had a glittering display of dancing shoes in the front window. Silver, sparkling ballroom shoes. Oh, how I coveted some of those as a child. No chance. My chosen dance form was ballet, so black practice shoes, pink satin examination shoes and heavier duty shoes for national and character dance came from The Sign Of Four. They were expensive! My mother wasn't buying silver lurex ballroom shoes as well. During teenage years, I graduated to pink, satin pointe shoes or blocks, as they were known. Made singly, not in pairs, they moulded to the individual foot and, when new
  13. There was, indeed, CT. To me, they all seemed better than Clays, Erics and the sensible clodhopping shoes of my childhood! My father used to shake his head in despair after insisting I wore sensible shoes but I'd already ruined my feet through ballet. My teacher wouldn't tolerate anyone wearing heels, though. "Get those heels off! You'll shorten your Achilles tendon!"
  14. Those shoe shops were great fun. I have very small feet, size 3, so at sale time there would be rich pickings! It got ridiculous in the late 70s and 80s, as I had so many boxes of shoes, many of which I hardly ever wore. It was 4 inch heels in those days. Now, it's ballet flats! Getting owd! Happy memories. Friends always complained they could never find any size 5s in the sale. Tough. As the song says, "Your feet's too big!"
  15. Give it up, AG. I've not eaten meat since 1977 and it's done me no harm. On the other hand, what are all those hormones they give animals doing to you?
  16. Torque steer....as opposed to a bum steer? I'm sure Ben would recognise one of those if it sat on his kitchen table!
  17. He'll be in his man coop....It's egg siting! No yolk!
  18. The slicer in Norman's shop was red and silver. I was fascinated by the sound it made when slicing. They must have been damned sharp to do what they did and I don't doubt they were the cause of many injuries!
  19. Corned beef from Norman, the grocer, was encased in beige-coloured polythene which was peeled back as the slices were cut off. This was, presumably, to prevent the exterior of the block drying out. In those days, we didn't know about the synthetic oestrogens contained in plastics. I never liked corned beef, so never ate it. I was far more interested in the mature cheddar cheese, cut by a cheesewire.
  20. I believe he stated categorically that he did not want a state funeral, just a quiet send off. I never met the man and although I certainly don't approve of his hunting/shooting activities, he is a husband, father, grandfather, etc. His wife, like many wives who have been married for so many years, will be distraught by his departure. I witnessed my own mother's inability to cope with the demise of the man she'd been married to for almost 57 years. Just because one is HMQ, it doesn't make it any easier. She's still human. I feel for her.
  21. The only I Spy Ben would be interested in is I Spy XX chromosomes, if you get my meaning!
  22. My mother had a horror of tinned items such as Fray Bentos and corned beef. She never bought them. Our corned beef, which my father liked, came from our local independent grocery shop, just round the corner on Alfreton Road. A one man show. I recall vividly, sitting in my little bucket pushchair, watching him slicing corned beef onto greaseproof paper. He wore a large, plain gold signet ring on his left hand. Bacon, haslet, ham, etc all kept in the glass-fronted fridge. I recall him having tinned stuff like Fray Bentos on the shelves but most people made their own pies in those da
  23. The exhortation to remove the lid before baking always amuses me. Would anyone really stick one of these in the oven without doing so? Mind you, when I was at teacher training college, one of our number developed a liking for tinned Heinz sponge pudding with treacle. He persuaded another student to try one, which resulted in tinnitus and a sticky mess on the ceiling!
  24. My paternal aunt is almost 91 and has recently moved to a care home. Her mobility is now very poor but all her marbles are at home. I asked, because I'm not yet allowed to visit, about how many residents suffer from dementia. She tells me that patients with dementia are accommodated on a different floor of the building and she doesn't see them. Those on her floor are mentally unimpaired. I have been fortunate in that I was spared having to deal with this condition. It hasn't arisen in my family in my lifetime. I've often wondered just what does go on in the mind of the dementia s