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I was recently asked to write a Poem, which had to be written as if I had just died :-( and was sending a message ..... this is what I wrote:- Wither Spirit doth thou wander? Through the Dales, and over Yonder Passing through the hands of time I know your Life, but do you know mine? Measure fully at your leisure That which brings pain, and that which brings pleasure Then make the latter, and work it well For there is no Heaven, and there ain’t no Hell. My Spirit won’t fail me, it waits here for you It’s heard of your coming, and knows you are due It could be a lifetime, but su

I tode me mam, I gorra gerra baga Cherry Lips, and canna ay sum Black Jacks.... burra betta save sum money fa Chips 'n Batter Bits tonite After which, I was sent immediately for 'elocution lessons' - so one might better ones self ........ ...... so indeed, one did, and for her sins spent many years teaching the English Language

If it was dark and cloudy Mum would say "It's gerrin black ova Bill's Motha's" If it was time for bed she would say "Come on girl, up those stairs to Bedfordshire" If it was fine drizzle, she would say "It's that rain that wets ya" Of course there was the one for daughters from Mums "Ner cast a clout, till May is out" - meaning that flippin Liberty Bodice with its rubber buttons remained in situ until the end of May! (*O*)

I have no idea as to why it was called the Paddy Bus, all I know, is it got me from Nottingham all the way to the Barton Bus Terminal in Chilwell.... This then left me another few miles to walk into Long Eaton. Winkle Picker shoes / several Babychams / on a chilly evening, with the dreaded 'Daddy at the gate' senario .................. I was not suppose to go the the Palais De Danse as my parents did not approve of such places (*O*) but I did ...............! Thumbing a lift, was always an option, one did not have the fears in those days, and we were pretty safe I suppose. I like another lad

Sat in front of our TV (newly bought for this very event)...... not everyone had a TV in our street - Ravensdale Avenue - so there seemed to be lots of excited people in our lounge................ Mum made sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and the china cups came out from their hiding place. I remember Mum telling Dad, he must not 'slurrrrp' his tea out of his saucer - (*O*) whilst we were watching the TV..... and I wore a red check dress with a red bow in my hair, and white ankle socks with red trimming...........................funny how you remember certain things........!

Thank goodness for the 'Paddy Bus' home, after falling out of the The Palais de Danse, only to find all the buses had long gone - my goodness that revolving floor had a lot to answer too (not to mention the Babychams).......................