Stavertongirl
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55 minutes ago, Cliff Ton said:
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!
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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.
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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
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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.
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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”.
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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.
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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.
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I had a blood test about 3 weeks ago for my overactive thyroid. They only tested TSH, the reading had gone down quite a bit it was only 0.02 over the range, the hospital seemed happy with this but I wasn’t, it is hardly in range and I had been feeling a “bit off” again. Managed to persuade them to do another test to include TS3 and TS4, readings dont really make any sense unless you have these as well to see what is going on.
Went for blood test with doctor (didn’t hurt this time, last time I had a bruise that went almost round my arm and it hurt like a b***h goodness knows what he had done) and I ended up having shingles injection as well. Wasn’t sure about it but it was done before I could say anything, I do like to look at side effects before having anything but on checking when I got back they are minor and I was okay anyway. No bruise from blood test as well, must have caught him on a good day. On the way out one of the receptionists caught me and told me she could do blood tests and ask for her next time. Is this usual here, it was always the nurse that did it at my last doctors?
Anyway got the results, TSH had gone up and all others were in range although a bit odd so still having tablets every other day. I am wondering if there is anything else going on, pituitary gland was flagged up on last paperwork I got on a blood test although I don’t have any physical symptoms, so it could just be my body is confused (must say I am too) with my thyroid doing its own thing.
Getting older is such an inconvenience but retirement isn’t bad at all.
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The last post reminded me of the time my friend and I had a first floor flat on Wiverton Road. We shared the kitchen with the guy in the bed sit on the second floor. He was a nitemare in the kitchen, the only person I have ever known who could peel potatoes and end up with grey coloured chips. He would also help himself to whatever we were cooking and then vehemently deny he had.
Anyway one day we heard an enormous bang from the kitchen. He had put a tin of sliced beef in gravy into the oven without piercing the tin. We never did find much of the beef but were finding bits of the tin for ages after. It was a good job no one was in the very small kitchen they would have been showered with shrapnel. Luckily the cooker escaped unscathed. It was quite a relief when he moved out and a new guy moved in who got his meals at work.
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Mine is the road I lived on for many years (with happy memories associated to it) and girl is wishful thinking!
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I always fancied a little Red Devil on my shoulder. Never got the nerve to have it done when I was told it hurts.
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Sorry about that Brew, know the feeling vaping just doesn’t cut it either.
Don’t think I have hurt my back, perhaps tomorrow will tell if I have. My hands are sore, my wrist hurts a bit but I was told I have a squashy (technical term from a consultant in Doncaster) wrist so it should ease off. Couple of bruises on my arms, probably from when I was escaping from behind the bed base. Broke a couple of nails which is a pain but otherwise unscathed.
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I decided today to change my bedroom. I was in the front one which is slightly bigger but never felt settled in it really, probably as this was the one with the awful smell (covered by a very pungent air freshener when I moved into the house) and I discovered a lot of black mood over the outside wall which has now gone thanks to my PIV unit.
Measured up to make sure the double bed would go in and got started. Moving the single bed was easy, got it propped up out of the way in the front bedroom and moved the wardrobe units in the back bedroom (luckily it’s 3 separate units) only one of them tried to topple over but managed to get them where I wanted. Only broke one nail.
Managed to eventually get double mattress in, thought at one point it was going to have to stay in the bathroom but after much pushing, shoving and kicking I got it in back bedroom. The bed base however was not as accommodating. I got it out the front bedroom but then it got wedged against the bannister and the wall. The flipping thing would not move forward or back plus I was stuck behind it. B***er.
Then I remembered I could undo some screws and it would bend in the middle, so I managed to half squeeze half crawl out and went to get a screwdriver.
Decided to make a cup of tea whilst I was rummaging in the drawer for the said screwdriver ( bearing in mind that I was hot, somewhat p****d off and thinking I would have to put everything back) I discovered a ciggie packet with one in it. Found screwdriver and went into front room with tea and ciggie packet. Took ciggie out and smelt it, then put it back and drank my tea. Thought about it for at least a minute and then “chased the dragon”. It was soooooo good, sat back, closed my eyes and relished every bit of it.
With renewed vigour I went upstairs, dismantled bed and managed to get it in back bedroom, unfortunately wrong way round so can’t have headboard on, but it is in. Need a nap now, front bedroom can wait I will sort it out another day.
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Does this mean Parliament is now going to “negotiate” the deal? It will be a bit like a trade union going into negotiations with employers but taking strike action off the table before negotiating. Got a feeling it will be a case of there is a deal on the table take it or leave it.
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Eureka one new dog blanket being used after much sniffing, scratching and circling. Makes it all worthwhile possibly.
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Weren’t there other options out before parliament to be voted on at the same time as the May deal? All of which were rejected.
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I have just taken delivery of an Amazon parcel. (Alexa had gone green, the light that is, and informed me the parcel was arriving today, she does have some uses.) It was an enormous box so I staggered into the front room with it. Got it open (with help from my boys) and found a large amount of packing as usual. Pulled out yards of the stuff and then some of the air filled stuff.
Finally got to the actual parcels, two new dog blankets for the boys. Now these are extra large, they are big lads, but they were in the smallest heavy plastic bags that they could possibly get them in, thought they had sent the wrong size or I had measured wrongly. Well sealed with sellotape as well.
Got out my trusty scissors and dismantled the sellotape and opened the bag. The bed was jammed in tight, and I mean really tight, so it wouldn’t budge. After much pulling and tugging, with a few choice words, I made myself a cup of tea. I was a bit worried about cutting the bag in case I damaged the bed so decided to open the other bag which looked the same but heigh ho it might have been easier to get out.
Shooed away two dogs who were keen to help, pigs ears worked will keep them busy for 10 minutes or so. Wiggled, waggled (the bag not me) and throw it around my head and it wouldn’t budge. Throw it across the room and drank the rest of my tea.
Wrote a post in the political thingy on here and went into battle again. Got a (very) small pair of scissors out of a toolbox in the storeroom and managed to cut one bag open. Have you seen those life rafts that self inflate, the bed coming out of the bag was rather like that. Now have 2 beds out and in position. Pleased with them (good job after all that effort or Amazon customer service would have had their ears burnt off), right size, non slip and look good.
Boys have circled them, sniffed then suspiciously and gone and laid down on their old tatty ones that I had put in the kitchen ready to dispose of!
Oh well the next parcel due this afternoon will be more welcomed, large chicken sausage treats.
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Totally agree with you Brew. Will be with you in spirit on your protest march.
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I have once again been reading the posts on this subject. Firstly may I say I have never, knowingly, sneered at anyone for their views. On the subject of being conned, the original referendum could also be classed as a con, we were assured the common market, as it was then known, would always just be a trading block and would never progress into anything else and we know how that panned out.
I don’t apologise for voting the way I did and don’t expect anyone else to, we each have our own reasons and views. As to the benefits of leaving no-one can know precisely what will happen one way or the other, also what will happen if we don’t leave. I have no doubt if the sky falls in there will be plenty to say “I told you so”.
Nobody knows for certain what will happen in the future, definitely not the shower in Westminster (none of the parties come out of this with glowing colours) who have made such a pigs ear of the whole situation from beginning to end.
I have last last week lost someone who had become a close friend since I came back to Nottingham, a beautiful lady, and to be honest against this Brexit pales into insignificance. So I couldn’t really care less whether we leave (although I obviously would prefer that) or stay, just wish someone would make their flipping minds up one way or the other than we can all get back to the important things in life.
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22 minutes ago, Ian P said:
I can't imagine there was a worse grammar school, with so many dull, boring, colourless, clock-watching teachers.
Totally agree. From being told I was stupid (Dr Peake) to I was dirty because I had long hair (Miss Trail who went on to be a missionary in Africa) I hated every minute I was there. My brother who went on to be an Astro physicist was told he was stupid as well (he obviously wasn’t).
The best thing about that place was shaking the dust off my feet as I finally left.
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Got up this morning and felt really down and to be honest a bit tearful. Had a cup of tea and messed about with Alexa. Then by chance I found a 60’s music app. Had a lovely morning singing (not very well) and dancing (even worse) round whilst doing my cleaning up. Did the Tempations dance, Diana Ross with the arms and the Four Tops as well. Played air guitar with Jimi Hendrix and cried to Roy Orbison and Elvis. Skipped Herman & The Hermits always him them annoying. Singing to The Kinks All Day & All Of The Night and now I am twisting with Chubby Checker (trying not to put my back out) Amazed how the words come back after all this time. Feel a lot better, all in all a good morning.
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Never really liked Stevie Wonder. Can’t beat Smokey Robinson, The Tempations, Four Tops, the list goes on. Jimmy Ruffin What Becomes Of The Broken-hearted one of my favourites. Was Percy Sledge Motown? When A Man Loves A Woman amazing. It all stands up to the test of time, so glad I was around when we had this amazing music.
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I can remember going to D & P for my Bilborough Grammar school uniform. My mum always used to buy for you to “grow into”. My school blazer lasted right through the school it was that big and I’m sure the knickers came to under my armpits. Then there was the Grecian (very pretentious) tunic for PE, it consisted of two pieces of straight material sewed together with an elasticated waist, it used to ride up when you raised your arms with matching (under the armpit) knickers. Also the hockey shirts, mine were well below my knees when first bought, they didn’t half chafe with a short sleeved t-shirt. The cardigans were really thin, spent many unhappy hours freezing on the hockey field and netball courts.
There was also a gym slip for the first 3 years then it changed to a skirt and blouse in winter and a dress in summer, never had the dress hated it so had a short sleeved blouse instead. I can remember taking my skirt up (mini skirts were in) don’t think mum was best pleased about it.
Then there was the beret, never did work out how to put it on so the badge was showing, think I wore it like Benny Hill. Not very elegant.
The colours weren’t bad, two shades of turquoise for the uniform, black blazer and beret, black and turquoise tie.
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7 hours ago, Brew said:
gently cup your hand over him
Noooo the very thought makes me shudder. They can do their own thing just not in my house. There is a very pretty one that has woven a web on one of my kitchen windows and is sat in the middle of his very intricate web at the moment. He is quite welcome to stay there, opening the window doesn’t bother him and I can clean the window round him but don’t want him inside.
Perhaps I should borrow a couple of Jonab’s lizards.
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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!