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We had a little trip to Wilford Hill Cemetery this afternoon to say ‘Hello’ to my dear old Dad and put some lovely red roses on his grave. It’s 10 years ago today when he passed away at the age of 91, after surviving 25 years on his own following my Mum’s early death from cancer. He missed becoming a Great Grandad by just a couple of weeks unfortunately. We may go to the pub tonight and have a drink to him!

Does he take ironing in Mrs B? Asking for a friend! Actually I don’t need to do much ironing these days, not like when I had two sons at school, in white shirts, 6 days a week, and a husband wearing at least 5 clean shirts a week.

Harry Wheatcroft opened our school Summer Fete in 1965. My Dad’s real garden passion was roses and he bought stocks every year and would often go to Wheatcrofts or Gregory’s, which is now a garden centre on the A52 near Toton, and pinch buds to graft onto the stocks. I seem to recall that Harry lived on a hill overlooking the rose fields and Dad was always worried that he was sitting up there with binoculars and he’d get caught nicking buds. I still have all my Dad’s rose annuals from the 50s and 60s.

How very sad, evidently he worked incredibly hard to drag County up to a force to be reckoned with, albeit in a low league, taken so young too.

A lovely man and a huge loss to the entertainment industry and animals too. My sister-in-law knew him well through working together on stage productions, most recently ‘Annie the Musical’ when Paul O’Grady was taking over the part of Miss Hannigan from Craig Revill-Horwood and my sister-in-law had the dog in the show, this was at the start of the UK tour in January. He was still in the show up to last Saturday in Edinburgh. So sad.

There’s an advert on TV recently of two soppy looking policemen sitting in a police car eating ‘Horibos’ and talking about them in squeaky childlike voices. Apart from the daftness of the advert surely it’s not acceptable to hear those voices when nitrous oxide (laughing gas) is supposedly banned. Incidentally a couple of years ago I saw a box full of those little canisters dumped in the gutter on Mansfield Road just above Victoria Centre.

I really don’t like Gladioli, they remind me of my Mum’s final days in Haywood House in 1988, a friend had taken some into her. Just very sad memories every time I see Glads.

@DJ360he’s spent hundreds on lawn seed and lawn feed and he’s turfed areas in the past. Never mind, it keeps him busy! In other news, there’s a big oil leak in Poole Harbour, but we’ve seen no ‘emergency’ activity and we haven’t been into Poole where the great unwashed eco-warriors have been demonstrating today. We did see our place on an BBC News aerial shot of the area though! In more other news, well this is ‘How’s Your Day’ ……. I nipped to the local Co-op for a few bits this afternoon and saw a black lad (am I allowed to say that?) nicking items. Twice he put things into his t

Col, my husband loves his lawn and is forever seeding areas but where we are the Mapperley Park enormous London Plane trees are a real issue with regards to light on certain areas. (we have 6 around our boundary) Before we came away to Poole last week my husband scarified the entire lawn, initially deciding he’d do just half but then carrying on ….. it’s an electric scarifier so not too strenuous. Next day he raked it all up and then suffered with his back for a few days, mind you he’s had lower back problems for about 40 years. Then the next day lawn feed went down and a few areas were s

Just who are the ignorant, dirty slobs who sling rubbish out of car windows, littering the verges along major roads. The mess isn’t noticeable when you’re driving at 50 or 70 mph but when there’s a hold-up and your vehicle is slow or worst still, stationary, then the disgusting mess is there to see. I assume local councils are responsible for the clear-up, but there’s not much chance of that, they can’t even empty wheelie bins regularly. But why can’t chain-gangs be put to work to clean this country, instead of prisoners having a cushy life in prison and mostly serving only half a sen

Andy loves Rwanda, he’s been working there for 2 or 3 years and before the idea of sending those illegal immigrants there and then the ‘do-gooders’ stopping the flights. He’s always said it’s a beautiful clean country and lovely people. He recently sent a video he took as he travelled along a main road in Kigali. I must say that I’d be very happy to be sent there, it looked like a holiday destination, four lane highway, with central reservation planted with palm trees, excellent road markings, pedestrian crossings and NO POT HOLES! He’ll be back in England next week and then straight back

I worry about my two boys, especially the youngest one, constantly Ben. He’s spent most of the past few years working overseas, mainly in Tanzania and Rwanda. When he’s in Tanzania he nips over to Zanzibar for the weekend (which looks idyllic) just a quick ferry ride. He’s in Central America at the moment running construction contracts in Suriname. He rang us yesterday and suddenly the line went dead. We just thought it was a bad connection but he called us back a while later and said he’d been driving through a forested area and was surrounded by armed police, wanting to know who he was

Bk, I’ve just wasted 15 minutes of my life filling in an on-line form for Lloyds Insurance and their quote for the S8 is £3.5k, so I haven’t put my car details in! I’m just pleased he hasn’t still got the Aston Martin We hate insurance but it’s necessary.

I didn’t notice that BK but there’s not a lot of room for parking.

Spent several hours on the phone and internet yesterday and today trying to get acceptable car insurance for both our cars. In the past year the policy costs have risen dramatically, frighteningly to be honest. My husband’s car, an Audi S8 has tripled from £814 to £2,400. My Audi S3 has gone up from £495 to £680. Nothing has changed, the cars are both a year older and we haven’t had any claims. I suppose the 2 SP30’s my husband has had for almost 3 years might reflect on the cost, but they were there a year ago anyway. Any suggestions anyone?

We walked down and up Gold Hill in Shaftesbury a couple of years ago. At the top is an awful large plastic Hovis model. Other than that the town doesn’t make the most of its fame.

Where you been young Trogg?

Happy Birthday again Margie, hope you’re having a lovely cosy day and wishing that Spring had stayed around for your special day. x

I knew band member Chris Morris back in the 60s. I used to catch the Trent bus outside his house to go to school. He was younger than me.

Hello and welcome FatGandalf, keeping dipping in and enjoying Nottstalgia

Oops sorry CT, I never saw your response to HSR

Yes, it was Pharaohs in the early 70s before it became Sandpiper. I went to Pharaohs a few times but never Sandpiper(s). The infamous Stu Morris was on the door. Sandpiper was owned by Peter Groves, I believe he lived in ‘Lucieville’ on Derby Road. (A guess) There’s a very good website run by a friend and fellow Nottstalgia Maurice Moore, it’s called ‘Scene Before in Nottingham’ which many will find interesting.

Our son flew to Suriname today, via Amsterdam. At the end of the 9 hour flight 3 tyres on the Boeing 777 burst on landing! He said the noise was so loud, Bang, Bang, Bang. It took 2 hours of sitting at the end of the runway before the passengers were allowed off the plane, having been surrounded by emergency vehicles. When we landed in Cape Town a few years ago we were surrounded by fire engines and never did find out the reason. Makes you wonder if they just want to have a practice occasionally, it must be rather boring sitting at an airport fire station and doing nothing all shift.

So pleased that some of your gang came to see you on your birthday weekend @benjamin1945it shows how much they care

My Mum was beautifully spoken, despite growing up in the Meadows she was well ‘self-educated’ and a brilliant user of the English language. Dad also spoke with little accent but I heard the ‘Nottingham’ in him very clearly when we spoke on the phone. My English teacher at grammar school thought I’d had elocution lessons, which I hadn’t, my parents couldn’t have afforded that. Living in the Home Counties for 30 years never changed my accent, I never spoke with a ‘southern accent’ but since returning to Nottingham I can turn on the Nottinghamese when I want to but it’s usually as a bit of a j