Jill Sparrow

Much as I admire Coward, I prefer this

So they tell us but I've found people in there who are still very much alive. For example, I can't see my mum who died in 2010 but I can see my aunt who is now 88 and very much alive!

Juniper essential oil is very potent stuff and should be used with caution, certainly never by or around anyone who is pregnant. I think this may be the root of the old myth that drinking gin is a reliable method of causing an abortion. Certainly, juniper essential oil should never be used neat.

Sorry to hear you've been ticked, Loppy. Good to know you're feeling better. My youngest moggie had one embedded in his head when he arrived at cat rescue as a kitten. He looked so miserable and frightened. A dose of Frontline soon removed it. Horrible as they are, you have to marvel at the efficient design!

I hate flying. I go deaf driving over the north Yorkshire moors, so you can imagine the effects of being in a jet aircraft! I've had some really unpleasant experiences. GP once told me it was all due to the angle of my inner ear! Apparently, I also have the ability to hear sounds which are above the normal range for a human. The GP said I should have been a dog! Bl**dy cheek!

And a pure silk pair of pyjamas with embroidered dragons. You can wear your liberty bodice underneath, of course!

Who is the teacher, third row up, second from the right, wearing glasses, on the second photo? She looks somehow familiar?

That reminds me of when I was teaching and a lovely little boy who was dyslexic wrote in his book, "Thou shalt only have one Dog!" I think our Loppy has broken that one an all!

Indeed I did not, young Trogg! Despite the triangular sandwiches a certain demented Irish maths teacher used to draw on the board, whilst droning on about trigger and Al Gebra, the Pytagoras Tearoom was not somewhere I had any wish to visit. Ever. I think it also offered pie...which flavour I never did manage to establish. Too busy dodging the chalk missiles!

Foodies are the most boring people on the planet, or so I find, along with people who are obsessed with money and possessions. As long as I have sufficient of both to get by, I can't see the point in drooling over them.

It's all lost on me. I'm quite happy with a cheese sandwich! Not into food, never have been.

You're not as easy to spot as our Ben, Margie. Know that cheeky face anywhere! I think I'd have picked Carni out though.

Back row? 5th from the left?

Sounds nasty! Glad it wasn't me!

I'd say they are all works in progress, otherwise we wouldn't be here in the first place!

Better still, write it down! Memoirs of a liberty bodice wearer! A best seller.

I just plug it in and if it goes bang or doesn't work, I go into the garden and shout "David!" He's my next door neighbour and an electrician!

Come back Loppylugs! Translation required into English!

If Miss Parkinson did that these days, she'd be out of a job, Ben!

As the Dalai Lama says, it's not what you believe, it's what you are inside that really matters. For him, intention is everything. For instance, there are many who do charitable work but what is the intention behind it? For some, it's self-aggrandisement or born of a need to feed their own ego. In such cases, it could be argued that it doesn't count because it takes back something for what is given. I have a great respect for the eastern religions.

There's never any leftover wine in my house, nor cheese, nor vanilla yogurt, nor ice cream...and there is certainly never any leftover James Wellbeloved!

I had no idea he used to bring the tanker home! Ray was our next door neighbour's son in law. He was originally from Louth in Lincolnshire and married Kathleen Brainsby who was my mum's best friend and neighbour. Kath and Ray had two boisterous boys, Timothy and Nicholas, so were probably used to footballs flying everywhere. I think Ray was also a union rep.He started out as a market gardener in Lincolnshire. Both Kath and Ray passed on a few years ago, after retiring to Scarborough. I remember going to visit them at Clifton when I was a child.

Sounds like a cheapskate!

Laughter is the best medicine! No side effects or prescription charges!

and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them. and that's no easy feat!