Jill Sparrow

Your wish has come true, young Trogg. It has been filled with both! Thank you for the hug!

I'm probably old enough to be a great grandma but eternally thankful that I'm not!

Yippee. A bona fide pensioner at last! Thanks @Beekay.

@Beekayat least you'll, technically, be better off than Nottingham City council who have just declared themselves effectively bankrupt. No surprises there, then.

Been to the V E T today for little Jessie's post-spay check up. All is well. She now sports a snazzy harness and is microchipped. For a cat who had never been to a vet, in a cat carrier or in a car, she has coped incredibly well with her two visits: spaying on 20 November and check up today. She didn't even mind the D O Gs in the waiting area. In January, the two furry terrorists she calls offspring will be wending their way to the same place. I hadn't visited this veterinary clinic before but they are wonderful. Thompson's in Sutton in Ashfield. Highly recommended.

Turmeric is good for arthritis. A friend of mine takes it daily. He had to stop using it for some time before a hernia repair op a couple of years ago and said that, until then, he didn't realise what a huge difference it made. Anyone who is on anticoagulant medication shouldn't take it as turmeric itself has anticoagulant properties.

Me too.

You should put that on Nottinghamshire Lost School Friends Facebook site. Padstow is often mentioned.

There are many panoramic Manning photos, including one taken in 1968 the year before I arrived. During the whole of my time there, only one photo was taken in the fifth from and there were no further panoramic photos. Not that I'd want one. I desire absolutely no reminders of that place.

My top infants teacher was Miss Hilda N Smith. I've mentioned her previously but she isn't the same Miss Smith Margie knew. She was at Berridge for her entire teaching career, I believe. She was a hard case but come Friday afternoons, those who had worked hard could bring something from home to play with or work with in the reading corner. My best friend and I brought our knitting!! We used to knit and natter like a couple of old biddies. Those who hadn't worked hard were given maths to do. Anyone who rebelled got the slipper!

Are you sure you didn't, Margie? The number of people who went to Berridge who tell me that no photos were taken during their time there is quite staggering but...the photos do exist as is proved when other people post them. Usually, those who say there were no photos taken are actually on them but have no recollection of the photographer visiting. There are small group photos but there is a class photo as well.

@IAN FINNmy mother always recalled how she watched that library being built when she was a pupil at Guilford Girls' School. When war broke out in 1939, the school timetable was severely disrupted as the school buildings were commandeered for war purposes and lessons, such as they were, were conducted at the library or at a teacher's house on Bar Lane. Pupils who needed the loo were not permitted to use the toilet at the teacher's house and had to walk back to the school premises!

Oh, I should think so, @LizzieM. We had Milly, Molly, Mandy and Little Black Sambo.... All on the shelves at Hyson Green library and at school.

@The Engineer yes, Stephen was a year older than Christopher. They were like chalk and cheese. One quite portly and one very slim.

Berridge first year juniors in 1964/5. Back row: L to R: Keith Hudson, Jeffrey Warren, Stephen Eccles, unknown, Stephen Holbrook, unknown, Charles Haskey, John Daniels, Jeffrey English. Third row, L to R: unknown, unknown, unknown, Pauline Cross, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown,Jeremy Whitchurch, Second row, L to R: Anne Hutchinson, unknown, Christine Lamb, unknown, unknown, Karen Hatfield, Jacqueline Marshall, unknown. Front row, L to R: unknown, unknown, unknown, Michael Chomyn, Malcolm Flowers, unknown, unknown, unknown.

It will never be the same as when it was housed in the beautiful building on Shakespeare/North Sherwood Street. Every Saturday as a teenager I was in there. Loved the place.

Brilliant, CT. Many thanks. The document in question is dated 1929, I believe. I suspect Primula Terrace disappeared in the 1960s.

Transposition was an area of exams I never liked. A piece of music would be placed in front of you and it would be in, say, D major. The examiner would then request it be transposed up or down a tone or semitone, at sight. Hated it.

Do any you map fiends out there have an old map that shows Primula Terrace, off Windmill Lane in Sneinton? It no longer exists but has come up in connection with an old document a friend of mine has found. Much appreciated if anyone has.

I'm not keen on opera but love oratorio, mostly. My parents liked the usual Glenn Miller, Frank Sinatra (!) Nat King Cole, etc, but everyone on my mother's side of the family played the piano and sang, so I was brought up on classical music, starting to play by ear as soon as I could sit on the piano stool. Later, I had music lessons and studied for years until I had passed all my theory and practical exams. I was studying for my LRAM when my teacher died and I didn't pursue it any further. I'll listen to pop music but it has to have some musical structure, not just two chords rep

I recall a similar thing happening to a friend of mine around 14 years ago but in that case it was Talk Talk. In the end, they sent her a huge bouquet of flowers to apologise for the trouble they'd caused her. She promptly threw them in the bin which I thought was rather a waste but such was the anger Talk Talk had provoked.

Beautiful building, the Judge's Lodgings, formerly the County Records Office. I have spent many happy hours in there researching family history from its primary sources. Knocks the spots off where it's based now.

Using Systm online is as easy as falling off a log. Not that I'm suggesting that anyone, especially Nonna, falls off a log. I've used it ever since I needed repeats for thyroxine. Nothing simpler.

You don't believe in doing things by halves, do you nonna? We bruise easily as we age so I can just imagine what the fall has done to you. My mother used to be covered in bruises at the slightest brush with a solid object. Snuggle down and get plenty of sleep. It really is the best medicine. Get well soon.

For which your mother would have been eternally grateful