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Glad All Over ... Dave Clark Five
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(The Man Who shot) Liberty Valance ... Gene Pitney
Posted October 12
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Took the boys to Wollaton (is that the right spelling?)Park today. Really busy loads of dogs and owners, there was a muddy dog run for Battersea Dogs Home. Lots of obstacles for the dogs/owners to jump over and large paddling pools of water to run through. No my two didn’t do it, they can get muddy enough in a normal run, my floors end up crunchy like a beach anyway. Lots of very happy, mucky, waggy tailed dogs doing course with equally muddy owners.
My two had a whale of a time, lots of fussing from other dog owners and loads of new doggy friends to meet and greet. They were very good even with the smaller dogs, they can sometimes “mob” smaller dogs and be a bit overpowering for them, but were well behaved today. Had a tea at the cafe and they found it very interesting with all the people and dogs doing the same.
Got home, two very tired and happy dogs, chicken for tea tonight for them to round off a good day. I now have two boys fast asleep (with gentle snoring from both). Life doesn’t get any better
Posted October 11
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I do agree with you somewhat. But on the other hand the animal/spider has a constant food supply and no predators to worry about and of course as long as the habitat is appropriate.
Posted October 10
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Just finished my housework for the day. I loathe housework, never seems any point as it is there again the next day as if it had never been done. If I ever win the lottery after getting a house by the sea with a wood (with an oak tree), pond (with a weeping willow, newts and sticklebacks), field, more dogs, a donkey, goat etc the next thing on the list is a cleaner. Sure I can find more important and interesting things to do than housework.
Anyway sorry I digress, decided to have a coffee and (dunkable) nice biscuits. Had a play on a game on my phone. Normally the adverts are annoying, but this time there were some very interesting ones.
The first was a light pen which you can draw pictures with on a special board. Quite intriguing. The second was a screen you unfolded to put in front of your phone so if you watching things on your phone (I don’t it’s a phone) it magnifies the picture onto the screen. Quite a nifty idea really I suppose.
The third was a paint roller which you put paint in and then use. Doesn’t drip apparently and judging by the advert you can do a wall very very quickly and the paint doesn’t look streaky. Also has some gadgets (I love gadgets) for doing corners and up to the ceiling without getting paint on it. I am very tempted by this, could save having to get a decorator in and the cost. As with most houses when you move into them the colour scheme isn’t what I would have, my kitchen is blood red and black! Will google it and see what I can find out about it. Only thing is I would have to go up a ladder, not my favourite thing to do, or perhaps I could erect scaffolding?
I didn’t know they shed their skins, will investigate further to see if it just an old skin. I presume if she has it means she has grown bigger?
I can see a renegotiating of her tenancy looming if she has, she will want more room, I will offer to leave the larger cupboard door open definitely not the kitchen. I have become fond of her but not that much!
Oh dear got up this morning and Big Bertha has passed away. She was laying in the middle of her rooms floor on her back with her legs in the air. I was letting the boys out and of course they immediately spied her, I had to grab Wolfs collar and put a leg in front of Kai’s chest to stop them Investigating. Then I had to move Wolf nearer Kai (not easy with two 40kg dogs really wanting to go in the other direction) whilst keeping my balance and then do a leg down/grab collar move on Kai (he would have eaten her he does like a bit of extra protein, spiders, flies and his favourite daddy long legs).
She is in a match box at the moment, managed to get her in there without touching her I am pleased to say. Not quite sure what to do with her, don’t like the thought of putting her in the bin, I have become quite fond of her in a strange way she was so sassy. (That sounds really sad possibly best not to mention it to too many people they might think I am a bit strange!) Possibly a burial in the back garden or in one of my pots, underneath the acer tree might be nice and will be easier than trying to dig in the garden
Just hope Gigantic Gertie doesn’t try to move in now the room is (as far as I know) is vacant and she wasn’t as attractive as Bertha, didn’t have the markings on her body, and is just too big.
oh well such is the circle of life, at least she was warm and dry for her last few weeks.
Posted October 8
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I sometimes play one of the games on Alexa while I am having my breakfast. She sometimes suggests other games. I found hide and seek sounded a bit intriguing so tried that. She asked where am I, I pointed and replied are you there. Answer no. Once again where am I, this time I just said are you there without pointing and got the reply that she couldn’t see me! I swiftly shut her off. Bit spooky that.
Posted October 6
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Don’t need a male version mine plays me things she thinks I want not what I ask for sometimes. For example, me - “Alexa play the latest episode of true crime all the time”. Alexa - “To answer your question of why butterfly wings are coloured”.
Me - “Alexa no play the latest episode of true crime all the time”. Alexa - This podcast contains adult content which some may find upsetting”. Me - “Alexa play the latest episode of true crime all the time”. Alexa - “Sorry I don’t know that”.
At which point she switches off and I listen on my iPad, at least that doesn’t answer back!
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Sunday is the last day now Beekay. Don’t know what time it finishes tonight.
Just got back from the fair. Had my candy floss, bit disappointed it was in a bag not on a stick but it had just been spun and bagged, didn’t have the mushy peas though too long a queue at the scouts stalls.
Watched some of the rides in horror, made me feel queasy just looking at them. No way I would have gone on them at all. It seemed smaller than I remembered, but it has been a long while since I went last time. Enjoyed it, but have a bit of a headache now the music was earsplittingly loud, suppose that shows my age!
Oh dear I hope not. I can just about tolerate Bertha being a resident (as long as she stays in my side room and to the terms of her tenancy) but Gertie was just too big.
Getting a bit worried that I am talking to spiders, I really must get out more!
Going to the fair this afternoon, haven’t been for over 40 years so am looking forward to it. Candy floss and mushy peas here I come! Wonder if the music will still be the same, Del Shannon, Billy Fury (I did have a crush on him) etc. Won’t be going on any rides, never did like the waltzers always made me queasy, but might go on the cape or is it cake walk if it is still there. Are the big steam baskets still there, always found them terrifying to watch, wasn’t there a big galleon that use to swing almost vertical as well?
Just thought I would bring you up to date with Big Bertha (originally Brock but apparently she is a female because of the size). She has been sticking to the terms of her tenancy except for once when I caught her hurtling towards my kitchen. I swiftly stopped her progress, gave her a good talking to with the threat of eviction and she went under my tumble dryer to sulk. Apart from that she has been a perfect tenant and we avoid/ignore each other.
However I went into her room the other night and there she was Gigantic Gertie, she was even bigger than Bertha sat quite brazenly on the wall. She was quite high up so it was going to be a ladder job. I am not very good going up ladders, tend to wobble a bit but needs must. I struggled with the ladders, got them set up. Gertie just sat and watched. My spider kit wasn’t big enough, so I got an old lunch box out my cupboard and battle commenced. Up the ladder I went, with Gertie eyeing me nonchalantly. Put the lunch box over her, the ladder wobbled a bit but I gritted my teeth and carried on.
By this time my two boys had joined me finding the events quite interesting, swear they gave each other a look which said “she’s at it again”.
Now for the awkward part getting the lid under the box without touching the spider and you guessed it, she poked a leg out I shuddered and off she went further up the wall out of reach. Said a few choice words and climbed down the ladder and put it away. Came out of the shed and she was back in original position. Left her there, Gertie 1 - me 0.
Didnt see her for a couple of days. Then I went in one night and she was on the floor chasing Big Bertha, either they were playing tag or her intentions were more deadly. Bertha ran towards me, there was a (big) flowerpot to hand so I put it over Gertie. Realised there were holes in the top so covered them up so she couldn’t escape. Headed Bertha away from the kitchen back under the tumble dryer. Went into kitchen and put some gloves on (I know, I know very wimpish) and a piece of card to tackle Gertie, she wasn’t going to get away this time chasing my resident spider was a bridge too far. Managed to get card under flowerpot, a leg did appear but I poked it back, no not with my gloved hand I wasn’t that brave, with a piece of garden cane. To cut a long story short Gertie now resides in my neighbours garden, Bertha is skulking under my tumble dryer, all is right with the world.
Just to show how brave I am getting. I was sitting in my front room when I noticed a clump of dog hair (my boys are moulting like there is no tomorrow, so bad my Dyson has just given up) moving across the floor, when I looked closer there was a spider tangled up in it. Just a normal sized one, possibly a male (?) which explains how it got into this predicament! I caught it quite easily and managed, very carefully, to untangle it without touching it. Felt quite proud of myself. It also now resides in my neighbours garden!
I do wonder if my neighbours have noticed how their spider population has increased over the past few weeks, but then perhaps they aren’t as bothered about them as I am.
Posted September 28
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Coconut rings and nice biscuits both of which are dunkable (if that is a word). Also digestive biscuits (McVities of course) with dairylea spread on them and shortbread - non dunkable. Better stop there and give someone else a chance!
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Posted September 26
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I did go on to have a quite successful working life after I left, most of it due to the first manager who I worked for. I learnt more useful things from him in a couple of years than all my time at the grammar school. He became my mentor, obviously didn’t think I was stupid and wouldn’t amount to much as the grammar school had said. I knew he was always there to advise even after I wasn’t working with him any more. It was a great loss when he passed away.
Although it wasn’t as illustrious as your career I enjoyed every minute of it and I think what I learnt from him still stands me in good stead even now.
As you said despite my, what I consider wasted years, at the grammar school.
Posted September 25
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Sitting here listening to a ghostly podcast browsing Nottstalgia and suddenly I could hear footsteps. Nothing unworldly it was a pigeon, with pit boots on, walking across my conservatory roof again and again. Went in to get rid of it and it hung over and looked through the window. Think it was as surprised to see me as I was to see it. Knocked on the window but it just looked at me slightly bewildered (me as well as it). Why do I always get the rather odd wildlife, remember Brock (or possibly Elsie as females are bigger I have been told) the spider who clung to my brush?
In the end I went out into the back garden as it had started clumping over the roof again to scare it off. It came to the edge of the roof and looked at me, aren’t they supposed to fly away when you get near? I thought it might be a homing pigeon but it was definitely a wood pigeon and obviously not a very bright one at that.
So I told it to go away (not quite in those words) and flapped my arms around a bit, but it just wandered around the roof again. My boys found all this very interesting and sat watching with the “here we go again” expression they do occasionally get.
So I picked a tennis ball up which caused great excitement (my boys not the pigeon) and both boys ran up the garden waiting for me to throw it. I then found myself explaining to them that I wasn’t going to throw it for them, I was trying to get the pigeon off the roof (which was still wandering round the roof doing whatever pigeons do).
I throw the ball onto the roof, not at the pigeon, near it to make it go away. It gave me a long hard look and then decided to vacate my roof. I now have to get the step ladders out of the shed to retrieve the tennis ball as both dogs are waiting for me to throw it.
I sometimes wonder what my neighbours think of this mad woman who has moved in and spends her time explaining herself to her two dogs and various other forms of wildlife!
55 minutes ago, Cliff Ton said:
Would that have been Newstead Sanatorium ?
Would that have been Newstead Sanatorium ?
Yes that was it. She had quite a few stories about what went on there. You had to catch her in the right mood before she would tell you. It always seemed strange to listen to them, I suppose you don’t think about your parents doing anything before you were born or that they were once young. It made me see where some of my antics came from (getting into the back of the Albert Hall and meeting the Rolling Stones and climbing over the railings at the back of the De Montfort Hall in Leicester to be chased by security and running into Mick Jagger literally etc.) It must be in our genes!
Talking about people shinning down drainpipes. My mum was a nurse and worked at the TB sanitarium where she met my dad. The staff were not allowed to fraternise (what a lovely word) with the patients but my mum was seeing my dad without anyone in authority knowing. She lived in the nurses home and used to climb down the drainpipe so she could meet him. From what she said it was a much used exit from the nurses home. Not sure if she had to climb back up to get in, but I presume so. I was amazed when she told me couldn’t imagine my mum doing that, after all she was my mum.
When I started this thread I didn’t really expect to get many other posts, but in true Nottstalgia style it went from visiting old homes to sculleries, people climbing down drainpipes to free meals at Chinese Takeaways and all things in between. True Nottstalgia posts, I do love this site
Posted September 24
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I can remember my nana’s scullery with the copper and large sink. My nana used to stand on a stool to push clothes down into the copper with a stick. We were not allowed to go in, she said it was too dangerous which of course made me more curious about it. Wash day was Monday, loved the smell of the soap she used, think it used to be a large green bar.
There was also a “best” room with a piano in which was never used except for my aunts piano practice and I think my granddad was laid out there before his funeral. I only ever got in there once by illicit means so I could plonk the piano, I was quickly ushered out and the door was firmly shut behind us.
The room from the kitchen was the main one used, it had a range (nana used to make the best fruit bread in the world in it) with horse brasses hanging on the leather straps. I used to hate having to help clean them they were so intricate. Best bit was toasting bread in front of the open fire on one of the long fork things trying not to drop it or burn yourself on the kettle which always seemed to be on the hob.
Life does move on regardless of our memories. I must admit I found the area a bit shabby, not that where I am now is posh or anything, I suppose living there you just don’t notice it. It was a (large) pit village and obviously when the pit closed it ripped the heart out and started the decline. It was sad to see.
There was a family who lived a few houses away who had 2 boys who were (terrible thing to say but true) feral. They were one of the reasons I decided to move besides coming home, my friend who lived near me said they are starting to cause problems now. It is a shame as it was a lovely friendly little enclave. I think I got out at the right time.
I didn’t really get emotional about the house, it looked just the same except the fence could do with a lick of paint. Don’t think I would have wanted to have a look round it really prefer to remember it as it was not as it is now.
As I said life, and people, move on I still have “sad” days but I suppose that is normal and they are not as often now. The memories are happy now and less of hospital visits and nursing home. I do still miss my husband, even though he could be a grumpy old s*d at times but then aren’t we all. Whenever I do something new I can hear him say “You go girl show ‘em what you got”.
I moved in August 2018. It seems longer than just over a year. I will be going up again I dare say. Feel a bit awful not going to see husbands relatives, his sister and various nieces and nephews, great niece etc. but it was hard trying to keep in contact with them when it was so one sided, sometimes felt I was being a nuisance ringing them and the phone calls got shorter and shorter, always me ringing not them. I did try but you only bang your head against a brick wall for so long before you realise it hurts. My husbands younger brother and his partner have kept in touch, they live in Stoke On Trent. Bit sad really.
I think my relatives here are relieved, they were worried I might want to move back but that chapter of my life is closed now and I have made new friends here. Don’t think I could face another move anyway, it was a traumatic experience, with slow solicitors and then the problems with my new house, which are mostly sorted now, (except I have a waterfall outside my front window at the moment must find someone to clear the gutters) and the boys are settled in although it took them time. I did always think of Nottingham as home anyway and I now know I made the right decision.
Last week I went back to Doncaster for the first time since I moved back to Nottingham. I must admit I had been putting it off, didn’t know how I would react to be honest and wondered if it might make me think I had made the wrong decision. But the shop I used to work at is closing next week so it would be the last chance to see the people I worked with so I bit the bullet. Treated myself to a taxi there, my friends husband said he would bring me back. The taxi driver smelled delicious and was very entertaining all the way there. Gave him a big tip!
First stop was my friend (and previous neighbour) who lived across the service road at the back of my previous house. It was strange walking past the house, the curtains and blinds were still mine. Went into my friends garden to be greeted enthusiastically by her German Shepherd, good job I had remembered her treat. Had a good couple of hours catching up with everything. I could see my old back garden from her front room, I could envision my late husband flitting about from the garage to the house, he was always doing “projects” in the garage.
Then I walked down to the shop I had worked in. I had texted the manager to let her know I was dropping in and when I got there all the people I had worked with were there. It got quite emotional with lots of hugging and a few tears shed.
Then on to another friend whose stepdad had passed away the night after my husband. It was so good to see her, she hasn’t been well recently and hasn’t been able to get down to see me. We do text and speak on phone but it isn’t the same as seeing her. I do miss her a lot. We went out and had something to eat and never stopped talking. Hopefully she is going to come down for Goose Fair with her son and stay the weekend.
There are some of my husbands relatives there, but we didn’t see much of them when we lived there unless we went round and since moving I have tried to keep in touch but it was always one way so don’t hear from them now.
Finally back to the first friend whose husband was bringing me back, she came with us and when I got back they came in for a bit, the boys made a fuss of them. They were the ones that transported the boys and me down here when I moved, so they had a look round the house without dodging furniture being lugged in.
I was absolutely exhausted the next day, both physically and mentally, didn’t do much at all.
I am glad I went, it has laid a ghost about my decision to move back and made me realise that this is my home and you take your memories with you, don’t need a house or place to remember.