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A month after I got married DDB. My outing was in 1962. They were crappy trolleys on that route !

Yes TG. You're correct, they were red, to make them easier to spot by the rare honest traveller. It never occurred to me to try and open them. (Catfan must have known something I didn't. )

Cheers Brew, that's another one I owe you.

The day has just got crappier. Watched a live link to our next door neighbour's funeral, which was a privilege. Then, later this afternoon been informed yet another neighbour has passed away. That's the third one. The saying goes, news is always in threes. None due Covid though. RIP Des, Patricia and John.

My day, just heard, yet another resident has passed away. Another neighbour gone. Stood outside in the cold at 2.00pm, to say goodbye to our next door neighbour whose funeral started from our close.

Alas never had a holiday as a kid. Didn't see the sea until I were 15. First time on holiday was with 'er indoors and her parents, when we were engaged. Must have been 20 by then. The future in-laws took me with them to Cliftonville, Kent.

Can any kind person tell me how to get rid of this bloody spelling correction and predictive text nonsense !

Just to add to your joke A.M, I took Daimler Fleetline down there behind you.

The final episode is on tonight Margie, would you like a spoiler?

I always thought you needed a special key CF.

That's what I were thinking too.

You me, both.

Remember when i were 11/12 it was Saturday afternoon kids pictures. Coulda been Flash Gordon or, if it were a cowboy, we lads always used to run home slapping our backsides as if we were riding a hoss and if there was a decent group there were always goodies and baddies, sometimes injuns. Got home quicker but with a sore bum. My local was the Orion or Ilkeston Road cinema. Nottm.

My claim to fame is, I once parked my battered old Ford Anglia outside the Council house. My son had been invited to tea with the Lady Mayoress. We had two disabled badges for our two sons. A police sergeant told me to park in front of the left side lion. The invitation letter, addressed to Andrew said, 'If you wish to bring your parents, you may do so'. (He was about 10 at the time).

In answer Bamber, yes they did. No idea who emptied them though. When I were a conductor, if I were busy collecting fares and couldn't reach a customer about to alight, I would shout, " Stick it in the box mate"! No idea how much they put in though.

Do not concern yourself WW., you'll be in my thoughts when I'm sitting with me coffee. Take care shipmate !!

We're not underway yet Lizzie. Still time for Uncle Boris to instigate another lockdown. Tina's more worried about the travelling, will there be toilets open etc. We can take our own refreshments and because the cottage is self catering, we can always isolate there if we need to. As long as I can get me fish and chips first night, I'll be happy. Done all the tourist spots so will be satisfied to sit and watch the river. Who knows, maybe the Heron will tap on our door again for his breakfast and perhaps the big dog otter will amble by.

This view is looking to our Riverside cottage on the River Bure. Our cottage is left of the apartment with the black weatherboard, with the sign on it. We have our own patio and the big Riverboat trip boats pass right in front of us. We can sit there with our morning coffee and watch the tourists sail by.

I know we don't exactly pass your place, but at least we're in the right neck of the woods. We'll go via M11, A11 past Thetford. Dont like the A12, A140. Going on the 17th., Tina's had a letter saying OK to go out now. Had a courtesy call from Broads Tours telling us all is well up there. I believe restrictions are lifted on the 12th.

Ya know what they say Brew, "Give the locals a new toy and all of a sudden they become dangerous". Carni will send e-mails afore ya know it. She'll be wanting the vote next.

Margie, there were quite a few locals at the finish, probably standing in their own gardens. Two good races. Cam.2 Ox.0. By the way, we will be coming past your neck of the woods, on our way to Wroxham, in two weeks time.

Yo'll after be careful Carni, if ya brek thisun it'll be a beaded Abacus for you.

Hey Margie, will you be nipping down to the river to see the boat race this afternoon? Should be passing close by your gaff. Have a nice day ya'all.

The trouble is with spaghetti westerns, is the terrible audio dubbing. It's the same with a lot of foreign films. You find yourself looking away from the screen to avoid the bad lipsync, which detracts from the reason of watching in the first place.

John Wayne's "True Grit". The remake weren't too bad either. Another couple, "Blazing Saddles" and the hilarious "Cactus Jack", with Kirk Douglas.