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About Mable-Thorpe

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  • Birthday 03/21/1935

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    By the sea....east coast.
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    Bingo caller, Sand dune scalling, Kite flying, Kneedle point, donkey spotting, candy floss making, football boot dubbing.

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  1. Rose here again, this sites getting interesting once more not had so much fun since 1Fb left and by the way where’s the bloke who came from Bestwood…flat cap driver I believe his user name was, I liked him. By the way rob the link is caput.. wouldn’t surprise me if it led to a porn site for frustrated airfix glue sniffers and dirty mac model railway anoraks. Rose.
  2. Even though I found your colourful rendition of the countryside of the Vale of Belvoir most delightful I thought it was a little presumptuous of your good self to presume not many people seem to appreciate the scenery about that part of the shires. And then to top your Blog off we hear your good self visited a Model Railway shop, the picture I conjure up in my minds eye of your good self leaves a lot to be desired. Trilby dirty Macintosh and brogues. Rose.
  3. I too follow Firbecks Robs and bips views, soory missed frank out that the stars perform for nowt, well, they take all year round don’t they? Had to turn off tonight just couldn’t stand the syrupy sickly smell of contempt for others……my monies on the four thirty at kempton… Rose.
  4. fantastic picture you must be joking the poor birds being cruelly held by the leg and the rest is out of focus get a life that’s wot I reckon and stop being malicious to our feathered friends. Rose.
  5. This time I’m not saying a thing but it’s happened again. Someone is taking the toilet paper from the down stairs loo. The first time it happened I thought nothing of it but when it happened again I reported the situation, besides it’s not nice to find that there’s no toilet paper when you need it the most. I have my suspicions who it might be but, who am I to say besides the last time I reported who I thought it might be I was verified to be mistaken. There are that many people walking through this place come night and day it’s hard to keep track of all visitors. Well that’s what I’ve been told so therefore I now carry a small packet of tissues about my person. Did I tell you the other week one of our residence broke a tooth on the cottage pie? Well its happened again but this time the culprit was the Irish stew and did I tell you Ted has been given a speeding ticket, he paid the fine, how he raised the money I can only guess, he grows some good skunk so I have been told. Antonio must be minting it now that the weather as changed for the best. Every time I pass by his stall there’s always someone waiting for a cone, mind you its good ice cream so I’ve been told, he makes it himself didn’t you know, personally I wouldn’t eat it, not after what I have seen. Bought to day a pair of binoculars so I can see what the courting couples get up to in the sand dunes, it’s fascinating to watch them fumbling takes me back to the days when I was young and fancy free with it. Bernard’s been quite just lately; see him on the odd occasion around the communal room and the odd time on his own outside the bingo hall, sad bu99er. He doesn’t venture far because of his pot leg, lost it in an accident some time ago but found it again when some Good Samaritan returned it, you see there is a label inside with his name and address on, what was the odds on that happening, lucky bu99er. Did you get that thunder storm that we had the other night, woke me up and I guess all the other residence too, thought we were having a air raid, took me back to the days in the second world war when I had to hide from the bombs in me coal cellar. The storm must have set off the alarm system because before I new it I was whisked out of me bed by a hunky young fireman who flung me over his shoulder and proceeded to carry me down his ladder to give me artificial resuscitation, then I awoke to Edna banging on me door, she apparently frightened by thunder storms. Silly cow. Well that’s about it for now see you all then bye and take care, Rose.
  6. How sad Bip. When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. ~Christina Rossetti Rose
  7. Is romance in the air with Ann and Beefsteak? Just an old ladies observation. I say bring back the old crooners like Frank Sinatra, Sammy Kaye, Guy Lombardo, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, Johnnie Ray, Eddy Fisher, Perry Como, Pat Boone, Johnny Mathis and Parrot Face Davis just to name a few, nearly forgot the ever immortal Doris Day. Rose.
  8. You can moan as much as you like Frank but you would be bad off without us, who else would you have to do your laundry,ironning,dusting, cooking,running the house old affairs, bring up you lovely daughter and to spend all your money for you? Rose
  9. Have you ever seen in your life a diver kiss his wife while the bubbles bounced above the water? Hello, Rose here again, hello too to our antipodean friends from down under. Been reading with great interest your replies especially those from you who are now living in pastures anew. Couldn’t help noticing a theme weaving it’s way through ever post you refer to, one of discontent, am I right? Hark at me I’m a poet and I don’t know it. Couldn’t say that about this county, it has always looked after me, that’s why I’m here now and not in an establishment for the mentally ill. Hasn’t the weather changed? I have finally got some tomatoes on me hanging basket plants, thought at one stag I would be tomato free this year. Ted our free bus driver reckons too that his cannabis plants are doing well, will he ever learn. Did I tell you he got stopped for speeding? Yes speeding in a clapped out rust bucket. It happened several weeks ago, one of these hand held traps on the promenade got him doing five over the limit of twenty-five, he said it could have been worst, just before he was stopped he had discarded a smoke from his side window. Edna won at Bingo the other night, did I tell you? Bought me a drink and chips on our way back to the home thought that was nice of her. I believe Bert’s been reported to the management for noise disturbance, thank goodness I don’t live next door to him anymore, did I tell you I had to be moved away from him because of his dvd porn collection, he plays them at all times of the day and night, nights the worst time though. He’s a little deaf too, plays them so loud everyone on the same floor can hear them; I know I had over six months of it. I’m quite happy where I am now, got a good view of the prom and sand dunes, the only thing that does disturb me if I want a lie in on some mornings is the noise the Donkeys make on their way down to the sands. Have I told you that here some nights we have a guest speaker come in to talk to us about this and that? Last Tuesday we had a guest speaker from our local aquatic society giving us a talk about deep sea diving, I ask you? whatever made Helen book him I’ll never know. I must say it turned out to be quite interesting, learnt quite a bit about diving and the use of air tanks, pity though the average age of us all is eighty-two, still never mind, it will come in handy for when we come back in the next life. Have you ever seen in your life a diver kiss his wife while the bubbles bounced above the water? I have. Rose.
  10. They owt to grow more Roses out in Kenya maybe then the droppings could be put to good use. Rose
  11. 1-Eelblanket. 6-Levyton. 7-Underpass. 8-? Rose
  12. Hasn’t it been a nice day, makes a change from the past several. Once again the families are back on the beach and Antonio has stopped his moaning now that he’s selling ice cream by the gallon. Nice to see the donkeys back on the beach after their long absence, it’s always nice to here them coming along the road with the sound of their little bells tinkling around their necks, better than the racket from the church on campanology night, reminds me of the days we spent in a caravan next to their field one year, mum said ‘never again, I didn’t mind the noise though. Yesterday and Monday weren’t fit for anyone let alone donkeys, besides not that many people out to make it worthwhile rounding them up to make the journey from where they’re kept even though only a mile away. Edna over did it last night with the Guinness, if I’ve told her once I’ve told her half a dozen times to take it easy with that stuff, I tell her it’s not shandy you know, but will she listen, bolts it down like there’s no tomorrow, mind you she pays for it in more ways than one after, she will insist on eating dry roasted nuts with her Guinness, say’s they keep her regular. We had cottage pie today, or were it Sheppard’s pie, I reckon they forgot to take the thatched roof off; the potato topping was that hard I had to have double helpings of what past for gravy. Bernard the old gentleman next door but one broke his dentures trying to break through the crust, said it was like concrete, I believe he in his youth was a surveyor. Lets hope tomorrow brings me some better luck at the bingo, I need it after this weeks fiasco at the bookies, not one winner in over a week, put ten pounds on Tiger winning the open. Bye bye for now, Rose.
  13. More bloody than a Dracula film. Seems to me beef your a little annoyed with whats on the box or whats not. The Scotish Open starts tomorrow at 6-30am, got ten squid on Tiger winning. Rose
  14. That'll be nice a stop over for Coffee and mushy peas....don't forget the mint jelly. Rose
  15. Have a nice time john, lets hope you have enough wind for the blowing out of candles. Rose.