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Col, you're probably brushing the wrong end!

Dad had a grapevine in a greenhouse at Clifton. I think the damn thing was on steroids. It was totally neglected and produced more grapes than you can shake a stick at.

Happy returns of the day (I wonder what that actually means) Margie and many of them...

The downside is due to my age it's likely to be a year before they are finished.

A bargain that wasn't. I like Lion bars, preferred the Nux but you can't get them now. I only have about two or three a year so when I saw four for a pound in the basket they went. Put them in the fridge and promptly forgot them. Came across them Monday and though 'great' took one and bit into it. It was solid, like a stick of rock solid and three front teeth shattered, well two crowns and a tooth really. Had the dentist estimate today, never realised you could that many zeros on one line before - sheesh implants are expensive.

Forget my earlier post.... The registration appeared (and still is apparently) on a Ford Coupe 3.9 V8 1948 so the car in the picture must predate that. All BMW are shown here so don't think it's a BM.. http://bimmerin.net/modelshistory.php Looking at the grill the nearest I can think of is a Ford model Y but the lower lights look wrong. The Crossley car had a vaguely similar grill, so did Alfas and Fiat but I can't find a good match.

Mk1 Ford Consul convertible. £40 squire can't sat fairer than that can I? genuine white leather upholstery that is, the door? oh that's an easy fix anyone can do it............ Never did get the door fixed but it was easy to scoop me mam up and lift her over the side with the hood down and how cool was it to step into a car rather than open doors?

You have a couple of tractors why not hire/buy a small baler you can tow. Plenty of used ones for sale that look to be in good condition

Ford Deluxe coupe 3.9 V8..... Simply type ATO851 in google search

Here you go Margie, at great expense and risk to life and limb I give you:- A little maiden climbed an old man's knee, Begged for a story, "Do, Uncle, please." Why are you single; Why live alone? Have you no babies, have you no home?" "I had a sweetheart, years, years ago: Where she is now, pet, you soon will know. List to the story, I'll tell it all. I believed her faithless, after the Ball." After the ball is over After the break of dawn After the dancer's leaving After the stars are gone Many a heart is aching If you could read them all Many the hopes that have vanished After

I knew Vic Pownall very well. He told me he owned the Clinton Rooms and the next door property back in the 70's. His family was huge and his half brothers (Micheal?) ran McIntyres scrap in Dunkirk. I'm not sure if it was his father or grandfather that had a barn conversion near Holme Peirrepont. Quite a big place, two story garage and a showmans caravan in the garden that he took great delight in telling me it was home to a single budgerigar.

Your'e just trying to bait us Waddo but be careful you don't spin us a line and make a rod for your own back!

Come home LL, there's a church in Ilkeston for sale. The organ is still there and working.

It should be OK they were out of the closed season (Oct - Feb). I never realised just how draconian the fines are for catching them during the breeding season, £50,000 - I don't think it's that much for mugging old ladies..

Push needle in, pull needle through, pull needle out. Repeat as necessary...

Reminds me of something my mam used to say. When it's brown it's done, when it's black it's buggered.

c7 for me

Whoooosh....................

The notes are not a problem. Like Mr Morecambe I have the right notes, not necessarily in the right order plus with me you get a bonus - notes, cords, demi semi quavers and crochets galore the original composer never thought of but I'm sure would have added if they did.

Good for you LL. I've posted before about the number of musical instruments in the house (five at last count) but I my brain will not allow my left hand to work independently. Having a modicum of talent would also help. I would love to play the piano but unless you want a rousing chorus of chopsticks it 'aint gonna happen

From memory all they had was a rubber apron, wellingtons and plastic gauntlets. HSE would have a fit today.

All the hobbies I've ever gone in for have always paled and become boring after awhile MTX racing Am Radio CB radio Photography Acrylic painting Water skiing Experimenting with electronics Clay shooting Scuba diving Hot air ballooning PPL The list goes on.. I get to the point where I'm fairly competent then lose interest.

Fainting in morning assembly was something of a regular occurrence for me. Fortunately we were so close together that I never hurt myself but there was I'm told, a bit of a domino effect.

Vic Pownalls scrapyard used an alligator shear to chop the tops of car batteries, empty the contents out and send the plates to Eindhoven at Darley dale. The ground under the shear was very much a no go area due to the acid.

Eww, now there's a mental picture not easily expunged - especially when I'm eating my breakfast