LizzieM

The Goose is out of hibernation and in place on the roundabout this morning.

When I was 15 or 16 years my friends and I wanted to be at the Fair as it closed on the Saturday night and another friend who lived up Sherwood Rise said we could stay at her house. So we hatched a plan to tell our parents we were staying at each other’s houses (Arnold and Mapperley) so they wouldn’t know we were out til gone midnight. We watched the Fair close and walked up to ‘Deirdre’s’ house, an impressively large property and nothing like the houses we lived in. We all sat chatting away and then Deirdre’s father walked into the sitting room in his vest and underpants. He was a retired

I used to read books but now the only print I read is the morning newspaper.

Yes Rob, for routine jobs like getting dastardly things like your prostate out, but a friend of mine is a Consultant Anaethetist and on occasions has to sit with patients overnight administering necessary medications to ensure they remain stable following big ops.

Well done Rob, speedy recovery!

I’m surprised nobody’s yet mentioned that giant of a man in the procession following the coffin. Google was my friend during the tv coverage and I found out he is Matthew Magee, the Queen’s Assistant Private Secretary. A man with a great sense of humour and presumably very large feet to help him carry 7’2” around. He previously worked for Prince Edward.

I wouldn’t eat chips when I was little but by the time I got to mid-teens I enjoyed nothing more than getting off the bus from The Dungeon in late evening and picking up a bag of chips to eat on the way home. When I worked in New Basford (1967-75) we had a tenpin bowling league on a Friday lunchtime. 20 of us piled into cars, drove into town and parked right outside the Bowling Alley. We had a game, a chip butty and clocked in work again, all in one hour. I was pretty good at bowling in those days, got a few trophies somewhere still. Think this was at the same time that Katyjay was workin

It’s been a difficult couple of weeks for us. Our youngest son’s best friend tragically died at the weekend. They’ve been close friends for 30 years and been through a lot together, including the death 13 years ago of another schoolfriend from Pancreatic Cancer, aged only 30. The boys were in a very serious car crash when they were 17 and were attacked by thugs about 10 years ago, resulting in our son having his left leg and knee completely smashed. Our son has been working in Tanzania since June and wasn’t due back for another few weeks but he’s so upset and needs to get home. Tonight h

I first tried to get on Flight Radar but it was too busy so I then found another site, I think it was ‘Plane Finder’ and followed it from take-off and disappointingly going way west of Nottingham before turning towards Northants. A friend of ours took a photo of the plane going over his house in Northants. When Charles flew from Scotland to Northolt to receive Diana’s coffin from Paris we did see his plane going over our house in Hertfordshire. It’s a simple pleasure of mine, plane watching!

The Funeral Director is William Purves, hence the WP on the registration plate. When the car left Balmoral there was a ‘sticker’ on the window of the hearse showing the name and apparently mid way through the journey to Edinburgh the sticker mysteriously disappeared, old William Purves wasn’t allowed to advertise. Wonder if Lymns tendered for the job?

Well I think Major Jonny Thompson, the King’s equerry, is very gorgeous!

Get well soon @loppylugsand don’t give Mrs Loppy any more scares, sending you a hug!

I think I’ve mentioned before that I remember her driving past Ashwell Street Infant School in Netherfield and we little kids stood on chairs to look out of the windows to catch a glimpse. That would have been one of those visits @Stuart.C

I last saw her when she came to Nottingham with Will and Kate, probably for her Golden Jubilee. We couldn’t get anywhere near the Square while she was on the Council House balcony but got a good view as they drove past the Elite building on Parliament Street in her maroon Rolls. However I saw her and Prince Philip up close when she had a walkabout in a park in Victoria, BC. I took a photo of her which I’m really proud of. She was there to open the 1994 Commonwealth Games, we had a brilliant fortnight over there with our boys, staying with family.

Oh, yes of course I meant that, I shouldn’t let predictive text take over!

I don’t blame him! But I noticed Camilla managed to sign OVER that tray of ink wells or whatever it was. Also I didn’t know William was crack-handed til today.

I agree about Boris, he always looks a mess but he did give a very good speech today. However, I’m sure Liz Truss was able to pull her favourite LBD out of the wardrobe.

How did all these individuals get into St Paul’s for the Thanksgiving Service, were they invited or did they hang about outside hoping to get in the door? Am I old-fashioned thinking that the congregation should have made a bit of an effort dress-wise at such an event, especially as it’s televised worldwide? A lot of the people there were downright scruffy, open-neck shirts, T shirts, I even saw a large woman in a tracksuit! When Diana’s funeral cortège drove up the M1 through Hertfordshire I stood on the hard shoulder wearing a black jacket, to me it was only right.

Watching the Coronation at a neighbours house on a tiny tv (with a magnifying glass fixed to the front of it) is my very first memory, I was 3 at the time.

@radfordredHope you’re getting your towel laid out before those damn Germans

Come back Brew!

I would have loved to go and see David Essex in town but had another engagement. I also had his pictures on my bedroom wall in the 60s, such a Beautiful’ young man. We saw him at a theatre in Windsor many years ago, a fabulous evening, can’t remember what the place was called but there was a small dance floor right in front of the stage so we were up close and personal with the handsome dude!

I totally agree Oz. Those of our age remember how our parents struggled, even if we didn’t actually realise it at the time. Nowadays folk expect everything on a plate, handouts, food banks and benefits for just about everything. We got a few pounds a week family allowance (but not for the first child I remember) I honestly think that we now have too many immigrants on our little island, all receiving benefits and hospital care. They all come here, have a load of kids and live off our tax money.

@Oztalgian, I don’t know the geography of the area very well at all but it’s sort of between Station Road and Lower Kirklington Road. I thought I was spelling Edingley incorrectly, but it’s my iPad’s fault!

The same items are still there in the Castle Ian. Every time I’ve gone in the building over the years I’ve stood for several minutes at that display cabinet. Such a handsome brave young man, and because my Granny told us so much about him it feels like he was family! As this is a thread about Wollaton Park, I’d also comment that he apparently flew from France one time and landed on the Park, so Granny said!