Stavertongirl

When I worked in the small shop in Rossington we got many ladies coming in wearing pjs, used to see them at the main shops in the village as well. We also had one lad who used to come in during the evening wearing a onesie with ears and a tail (dog) he once jumped thru the door and ask where the dog food was. It cracked both my supervisor and me up

This ginger Tom certainly wasn’t placid, although he loved my Nan would be on her knee purring as soon as she sat down. Reading my post back don’t know how I survived it all.

I can remember my Nan looking after me before I was at school while (whilst?) My mum was at work. She lived on Bonnington Crescent In Sherwood and the back garden was enormous you went up some steps and it was like a small holding with fruit trees and bushes also hens and geese. I was terrified of the gander it always used to run at me and I used to take flight with it at my heels. My Nan used to shout stop running but it was hard not to as it seemed to be about the same size (if not bigger) then me. It used to get me pinned up against a wall and she used to shoo it off. It has left me with a

Seems so. Could be a bit of a legal conundrum though, can see barristers/solicitors rubbing their hands in glee.

Seen on news that Nantes are threatening to take legal action if Cardiff City dont pay transfer fee. Doesn’t seem right somehow and totally wrong time to do this as a body has just been recovered from the plane.

I saw The Hollies a couple of times live. Great band. Always loved He’s My Brother. Didn’t Dean Ford sing barefoot at first?

I can remember shopping at Birdcage used to get all our “mod” stuff there (that dates me), got other stuff from Biba catalogue.

With reference to the word games I play them as I enjoy them. I don’t post as much as I used to having had a couple of experiences where I have had negative responses to my posts, don’t get that with the word games. There are subjects that don’t interest me on the site, but obviously do other members, so I just scroll thru them, each to their own I say.

I got a Saturday job at Woollies on Hyson Green whilst I was at school, I am fairly sure we had an overall to wear think it was turquoise. When I left school I worked there full time until I started at Boots offices on Station Street. Do Saturday jobs still exist now?

When we lived in Doncaster we used to come to my parents in Nottingham on sundays. I think we came down the A1 (down past Clumber Park is that the A1?). There were very often time trials (I think) for bikes and the journey could be a bit of a nitemare. Most cyclists are responsible but there are some who seem to think they own the road especially when they are in a crowd. We once had an instance where there was a crowd spread across the road, my husband patiently waited (whilst muttering under his breath about car tax, insurance etc.) and when they moved over went to pass them, when halfway pa

I was in the Philatelie Society at Glenbrook in the 50’s run by a Mr Hill if my memory is correct. I can remember the club going with him, not sure where, and we had to take our stamp books. It would have been for the competition that she won, think it took place every year. Don’t remember this though.

It must be cold as when I let my two dogs out first thing they were back in very quickly (and they are part husky), usually they are out sniffing around for a while. They are both laying on their beds near the radiator! No walk today then I am pleased to say.

I can’t see the school across the road. It looks like something from the walking dead out there. Could be a “pj” day. Retirement does have some pluses!

Concentrate on English history as well. When I was at school it was all wars on the continent, I learnt about ours from books I read not from school.

Just been crawling about in the cupboard under the stairs to get my monthly meter readings, spider at eye height said hello and was very interested in what I was doing told him to mind his own business, Octopus are very good, got the amount of my bill straight away, have tried to cut the gas bill down, managed a couple of pounds, electric as well. Can’t decide which is cheaper, having the heating on low all day when I am in or just on in morning and evening. Will just have to get my fleece out, roll on summer!

Sorry I don’t. A letter of apology doesn’t make any difference he was to blame. The woman with the broken arm did a tv interview and she said it was cloudy not sunny so someone is wrong. Bet I can guess in one who will be believed.

I had friends who had a flat in one of the tower blocks can’t remember what floor but was really high up. It was a really nice flat, but they never really settled there. Later another friend got a flat in one of the smaller blocks, she was really happy but I always got lost when I went to see her, it was a bit of a rabbit warren and looked quite hideous (concrete jungle comes to mind in more ways than one).

Have fond memories of the Palais. Met my first serious boyfriend there. Can also remember the announcement “Our friend is back, watch your bags ladies” when the purse pincher was about!

Finally, 3 weeks after appointment at QMC got letter about medication for my naughty thyroid, doctors appointment on monday to finally get it. It is exactly the same as my doctor was going to start me on a while before Christmas which means I could have been taking it for over 2 months now. Whilst I can understand why doctor sent me to hospital it means I have been suffering symptoms, which whilst not severe are a bit worrying when you wake up in middle of night and feel like your heart is banging against your ribs, which could have, hopefully, been alleviated. At least it is sorted now, got a

I do shop on line, get my dogs frozen raw meat (easier to get it delivered monthly) and dog biscuits and chews as they are cheaper and since I moved here there isn’t a pet shop near. I also do some grocery shopping online at Iceland, I do like rice type things so like the bags of ready meals which are for 2 people so I could get 2 meals out of them (must admit I usually eat the whole bag, their portions aren’t very big, at least that is my excuse). I still do a small shop at the local Asda once a week (Aldi is a bit too far away and to be honest I don’t really like it) and through the week go

On a more personal note, my late husband always pooh-poohed any ghost thing even though I met him when I lived in the Sherwood Rise flat, he was in the ground floor flat which he shared with the lad that saw “Fred”. Anyway a little while after he had passed away I was in my front room and our two dogs suddenly left the room and went into the kitchen and I could hear them messing around. I called them back in and they came into the front room. At the same time there was a cold breeze that came in with them. They laid down but were watching something in the room. The breeze came round me and it

Where I lived in Rossington there was a haunted lane which ran down the side of the old church, a woman had been murdered there apparently. One of the woman I worked with lived across the road from it and used to walk her dog down it. She told me she was walking the dog as usual and it suddenly stopped dead, she couldn’t get it to carry on walking, then suddenly turned tail and ran. It was on lead so she had to run with it or strangle it. As they were running she felt they were being chased and could hear heavy breathing as if someone was running alongside them. She found another place to walk

Sounds like a pj day!

I used to live in a flat in a house that was haunted in Sherwood Rise. Light would go off (especially on the passage to our flat which meant you were going backwards and forwards switching it on as you couldn’t see to put your key in the door, if asked to stop it would, things would be moved and sometimes we would see a dark shape going up the stairs to the bedsit on the floor above. You would also hear footsteps behind you as you walked down our passage. My cats would also react to something in the room you couldn’t see. Whoever it was had a thing for my flat mate, used to whisper in her ear

I can remember going to Sneinton Market with my Nan, we would spend ages there going round all the stalls. She would get her fruit and veg from there, she always insisted in getting them from the front of the displays as she said if she didn’t there would always be one that was bad and told the stall holders so. She also used to haggle over prices.