philmayfield

That makes you think about HiFi. For all the expense they go to it’s only as good as the hearing acuity of the listener. To think I’ve known people remove curtains and furnishings and mount the record player on a block of concrete. It’s all a bit silly really, like expensive Rollex watches that need a £750 service every few years compared with my daily worn Citizen which never needs a battery and maintains date and time to the split second. Or even Ferrari’s that need to have the engine out to change the cam belt on a regular basis. Each to their own I suppose.

I keep putting it off because I’m always so busy. Maybe a little apprehensive as well. How will they manage without me if I don’t come round after the op?

I’m pleased I’m not the only one eating ‘proper’ food. Since I decided this year that I would give up my greenhouse and vegetable gardening I’ve missed eating home grown vegetables. I think once I’ve got my hip sorted out I’m going to start my horticulture once more

What's everyone eating for their main meal during this warm spell? I've gone off salads and find them insipid. So far this week I've had salmon en croute, a very hot curry and steak and kidney pie. All washed down with a dry cider. Tonight I fancy a trip to Southwell to get fish and chips but my wife's not too keen. Should I light the barbecue and eat burgers outdoors? But why faff about with getting a barbecue up to heat and sitting outside batting off the flies when we've got perfectly good indoor cooking equipment indoors and can knock up a meal in ten minutes?

My father used to take me to fish with a net in Fairham Brook when I would be about 7, back in the early 50's. It must have taken a couple of buses from Woodthorpe to get there. That was before Clifton Bridge was built so we probably crossed the Trent over Wilford toll bridge. He was born in the Meadows so it was probably one of his haunts long before the war.

The Evening Post spouts sensational rubbish. The proper met forecast says no rain until late tomorrow night. Fingers crossed!

Can’t be our lane. Not wide enough for a white line. You have to get up on the verge to pass. The hay has dried out after today’s sunshine. I think they might turn it and perhaps bale it tomorrow evening before more rain comes.

A lot of comedy shows now seems to consist of a long string of one liners. Think of Lee Mack and the late Victoria Wood. It's just quick fire bullet points but doesn't make for a harmonious presentation.

Forgot to mention them, but you're right. They were extremely talented actors and very funny.

It's the same with Morecambe and Wise. They were of an era but not screamingly funny. I saw them live at the Theatre Royal once and was very disappointed. I can't remember the last time I rolled on the floor in pain with laughter. Perhaps now I'm more mature my sense of humour has waned.

I wish it was building land. It would be worth a few bob but it never will be and houses would spoil my view!

I'd hardly call 4 acres a giant estate. It takes about two minutes to cross.

By 1968 she may have moved to Birmingham. If we are talking about the same Susie Fletcher her husband, Robert Bastow, died at a very young age, not long after they were married. We were all a bit surprised about the union as he was very public school and she was a bit more 'down to earth'. Nice girl though!

It's been 29C here today and getting hotter tomorrow. It's too much for me. Heaven knows how I'm going to get to sleep tonight and it's my late night down the pub. Perhaps lots of liquid is needed - it's only a quarter of a mile to walk home.

Never had a P45. Given a few though! edit. having checked I must have had a a few over the years but I always left the jobs of my own accord!

I committed a faux pas today. I was at the ‘ethnic’ car wash on the Fosse near Newark and was discussing the weather with the owner. I asked him what the weather was like where he came from. ‘Same as here”, he said, ‘I come from Leicester’. ‘No’, I said, ‘What’s it like where you were born?’ ‘I was born in Leicester’ he replied. Quickly had to change the subject!

That seems a bit of a con. It's brewed by Oldershaws of Grantham with absolutely no connection to The Home Brewery. I lived until 1962 not far from the brewery and could regularly smell a waft of malt in the air on brewing days. The chairman of Home Brewery, Hordern Farr, used to live on Beck St. in nearby Thurgarton and his local was, of course, The Coach and Horses on Main St. I remember him being berated by local farmers for buying imported barley in preference to British because it was cheaper!

They've been irrigating round here for ages in the fields by the Trent. They didn't even stop during the heavy rains. I noticed that in potato fields at Hawton, watering pipes were laid along the rows of potatoes. That must have been an expensive outlay.

I expect you looked like deep fried Marge Bar!

Despite conspiracy theories I’m certain there’s sufficient evidence to confirm that the Americans visited the moon. They did try to open a pub there but it failed to attract customers because there was no atmosphere.

Not me. Never had a scooter, never wore flares.

She does look extremely scruffy, even for working in the garden. She is presenting on television and it’s an insult to the viewers to appear like an unmade bed.

No! It's not a case of disrespect. She needs to seek medical and psychological help and get herself sorted out. She's only 52 and she won't keep going for much longer in that shape.

I try to stay in trim. I’m not obese. She’s probably had some psychological problems over the years plus a few drops of the demon drink.

She does look a bit ‘Bulwell Wetherspoons’. Not very televisual.