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He's not alone Jill. We have a milkman who delivers anytime between 10.30 and 01.00. And now he only delivers every other day, so you get two days milk in one throw. Needless to say, we don't have him, though some of our neighbours do. Just imagine, a hot sultry summer night, with 4 pints of milk on your doorstep, going sour !

Nothing personal LL, I was replying to a post above mine that appears to have disappeared. It's nice talking to you too ! I'll send a dog treat or two.

It's not the driver upstairs, he's still in the cab, seems to be bending forward slightly.

Ah, there, there !

Never mind Lets, it's nice to hear from you any road ! I trust you are keeping well?

Oh, bugger it !!

Take care PP, keep you chin up, (especially when putting your drops in).

I do that too, Lets.

It could also be that the bus was not in service at the time. I realise that there is someone sitting upstairs, but that doesn't prove anything. 17s never went into Bestwood. The driver might be moving from on route to another, which happened quite often on part day shifts, (a bit in the morning, then a break followed by a bit in the afternoon). At Bilborough, the most profitable of these shifts was B245, a bit in the morning- break-afternoon followed by the 29 service from town up to City Hospital, then wait there for an hour and take visitors back home via the same route. Run light back

Should it/is it Goose fair this week? From an exile...

We were down in Padstow once and were amazed at the length of the queue at Rick's fish and chip take away. One couple we saw bought their chips and when they were away from the shop, they threw the chips in the bin ! They only wanted the paper that the chips were wrapped in, because it had his name printed on it. The couple very carefully folded the paper up and put it in their bag, then trundled off.

We were once coming back from Scarborough and decided to stop for lunch at a Little Chef ,Southbound on the A1, just before the right hand turn onto A614. Wife and I had all day breakfast and our young son asked for fish fingers and chips. When it arrived, we tucked in and Andrew asked if it was a new way of serving fish fingers? Apart from the crumb cover, they were still frozen !

What gets me is when you see 'chef' dribbling bits of grass etc, always with their fingers, all over the plate or piling two french beans balanced on a carrot, topped of with another sprinkling of garden refuse. Another thing, why don't the hairy bikers wear hairnets on head and chin. I would never eat owt they'd prepared." With a dash of oregano, mint, black pepper etc".

No but I reckon the mad hatter woz ! ( Johnny Depp version). I'm off to bed now. Good night all and God Bless.

I'm afraid, Little Jill that I would look a right Pillock in a TuTu. I seem to have misplaced me tights and pumps. Think I'll stick with the Baby Elephant walk.

'Int that a French Bread?

Faith Fully used be the team leader of the Fenland Mountain Rescue Association. The position was lost however, after losing a constituent on top of Mount Ely.

Margie, Lewis is up Compos way. I live near Lewes, (4miles). My rehab nurse won't allow me to walk to our post office yet and that's only about a mile. She wants me to walk with a bit more effort to increase my pulse rate but not overdo it.

I never did mention the Great Ouse, or the little un come to that. I was in fact referring to the 'ouse with an Aitch, which I serve in my capacity of stool maker, either as bar or milking, (3 leg or pedestal). I am renowned throughout the county for my stools. I even colour them. Your servant sir.

Slight change of topic for a moment. Had a phone call with the results of my Echocardiogram that I had a couple of weeks ago. My rehab nurse said the result was excellent! The reading was 65% which equates to a normal healthy person. It's very reassuring and encouraging. So it made my day. Now back to the thread...

Thanks for that tip Oz. Alas, my scrambling under cupboard days are now over. HOWEVER ! I have fastened said ironing board on the side of my car and pretend I'm a Cornish surfer. Stuck badges on saying St.Ives and Bondi beach. Take care cobber!

An' another thing . I'll 'Ave you know there's nowt wrong with my behaviour! It's allus bin questionable an' I've served the 'ouse faithfully. Your servant sir.

The Minister of Art has decided that, after the House has showed a remarkable lack of interest, he decided to remove the said stools from his chamber and offer them to IKEA, for use in their dining area accompanied with their meatballs and spaghetti. Your servant, Mr Speaker sir.

Worra baht me stools?

The Minister of Art does indeed offer his sincere apologies to the Speaker. However, the stool is as stated, his personal possesion but can assure the house that he has, without any grace or favour, approached the IKEA manufacturers to obtain a further supply of reliable stools, assuming that this would be in agreement with the house. No purchase will be made without a full comprehensive examination of said stools. Your servant sir.