Jill Sparrow

Great memories, Mr Meeseeks. Couple of bruises and scuffed kneecaps? Elf and Safety has put paid to that, I'll warrant! Keep posting!

Our hymn book at the Manning was the blue hardbacked Songs of Praise. It has always remained my favourite hymn book because the melodies it contained were mainly by classical composers and I loved them, It contained some obscure hymns, including this one, whose words fascinated me although I was too young to understand their meaning. Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide, in the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, and the choice goes by forever,

Went into Boots this morning to collect my thyroxine. It was very busy. A clearly confused elderly chap sat on a chair, looking totally bewildered. He said he was 86 and had run out of his medications. The lady pharmacist explained that she could provide an emergency prescription but there is now a statutory charge for so doing. In his case, it would total in the region of £70 for what he needed to tide him over the weekend. She encouraged him instead to call 111 and explain his predicament but he said he had no one to collect a prescription for him even if they issued one. The pha

Surely that would be a contradiction in terms. Pride and humility are polar opposites.

That ought to get rid of politicians as we know them...and a good thing too!

I did an emotional intelligence test online. The result was 'not so good' I also did a mental age test. It says I have a mental age of 39. Is that good or bad? Either way, I don't give a toss. I'm perfectly happy

There was no prom when I left The Manning School. I recall the final assembly which was held in the school hall just before the end of the school day...around 4.15 in those far off times. It was a tradition on the last day of term and some of the more downtrodden girls cried! The hymn God Be With You Til We Meet Again (not the well known version with the repetitive tune) was always sung on these occasions. Actually, I like this hymn but I'd stood in that hall every year from age 11, singing it and despairing of how many more years of my sentence remained before I could

Apparently, Patricia left in 1957 which is the year I was born. I watched the programme in the early 60s. Of the various programmes on offer, it was the only one I liked. The Flower pot Men and Andy Pandy seemed very childish. My older sister liked Muffin the Mule but I don't remember that. Most of the children's programming, both on radio and tv, was accompanied by good, classical music which was regularly to be heard in our house anyway. Much more soothing and calming for young children than today's fare.

Are they rebuilding you, Ben? What was that programme? The Six Million Dollar Man? "We have the technology..." Our Ben's better looking AND he wears a liberty bodice! Could you ask em if they've got a new thyroid going spare?

Loved Picture Book! According to Wikipedia, this was the only music ever used for the programme.

My interpretation of being emotionally intelligent is based on Mr Spock's philosophy. At all costs, avoid getting mixed up with over emotional and illogical humans who will cause you endless problems if you are daft enough to let them. It works for me. Cats are totally different. Do as they please, don't want to listen to your problems or tell you about theirs. Don't need your approval, your opinion or your permission. Totally self-contained and self-possessed. Well, they do have pointed ears!

I have always thought that Nutrinos would make a great name for a breakfast cereal. Plenty to get your teeth into there as well. Just add milk!

I remember Mr Clark at the post office. I didn't like him...I think it was the bald head...and refused to enter the post office. This was before I started school at 4 years old. Mr Clark often came out to say hello to me but had to scuttle in again when I started screaming! Nick was at Berridge with my older sister.

Welcome to Nottstalgia Mr Meeseeks. I'm sure you'll enjoy the site Cliff Ton is bound to be interested in your memories and photos, although I think it's a tad before his time. Keep posting! Makes interesting reading.

Sorry Loppy, that must have been painful but it made me laugh! Kittens have a habit of climbing up your back which is also painful! One of mine continued to do it when a fully grown cat...even more painful!

Don't worry Ben. You will be fine. You might find the op leaves you with an even more attractive voice! . I am also intending to cut my working hours. Can't do full time any more, just get too tired now with the thyroid problem. Good news is, more ME time! I'll be along to Wethers in Bulwell one of these days!

What's all this, our Ben? Last day at work? Surely they're not dispensing with your services? Their loss!

He won't be taking it with him!

Those of us born from the late 40s to the 60s have been blessed. We have been able to achieve things our parents were not, in many cases. University, good health for which we didn't have to pay privately, affordable mortgages to enable home ownership, employment and the chance to save. Some of us, myself included, now have pension ages of 66 but, if we've been careful, are able to retire before this. The younger generation sometimes looks at us enviously, perhaps, but we didn't achieve any of it without hard work. Certainly, nothing was ever handed to me on a plate and I wouldn't

The young of today have it rough? Perhaps they do. What about our parents who lived through the 20s and 30s, years of depression, unemployment, no social care, no NHS, no job seekers' allowance. When they reached 18, they were conscripted to fight in a war from which many didn't return and others were scarred for life. Then they faced years of rationing, food, clothes and everything else. When they married, they couldn't afford mortgages or rent so many lived with their parents for years in cramped, unfit conditions. They had fathers who had lived through even worse during 1914-18.

What a novel idea, PP. That way you get exactly what you want and don't have to remortgage the house to pay for it! Sounds different. I approve!

I've had this discussion several times with male friends. The only thing to fear is fear itself. Hiding away and worrying won't solve anything and, 99% of the time, it turns out to be nothing serious as with Trogg and NBL. If someone told me I had terminal cancer, I admit I would make the most of the time I had left and would not put myself through what is often gruelling treatment. Death doesn't scare me. The important thing is to make an informed choice and you cannot do that unless you know exactly what the problem is...and that means seeing the quack. So, well done chaps!

What on earth is a ten dollar Yank? I've heard of a ten dollar pretzel...Tony Curtis describing Jack Lemmon's female persona in the 1959 film Some Like it Hot..."He was done up like a ten dollar pretzel!" Ten dollar Yank I've not heard before.

Quite agree, Brew. I have never had children, from choice, because it is a huge commitment and I have no qualifications which fit me to be a parent. I don't have the answers to life's fundamental questions, therefore how can I guide someone else? Of course, I've been criticised for not having children by people who have the absurd idea that by not doing so I have wasted my life and not fulfilled my existence as a female! Complete and utter tosh! I might add that those who made such observations usually had an unruly tribe with whom they struggled to cope. They are more than welcome to my share

Listen to our Ben! It's just an excuse to get admitted to hospital so he can chase the nurses! Gets more like Chulla every day!