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Spending time with my family; our son is grown up but we still manage to all get out together sometimes either for drinks or retail therapy - this is the happiest I could be.

 

Karl

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12 hours ago, LaurieS said:

John wish I had that Studebaker (correct spelling just could not remember) would be worth a fortune not that I would sell it.

Laurie

Oh, so true. When I think of all the Dinky toys that I had in the 50's and what they would be worth now, I shudder. Apart from the Studebakers (I was an American car nut at that age), I had the Packard convertible as well as some others which may have been Corgitoys. Bedford car transporter, three 8 wheel Fodens of differing bodies, Euclid dump truck as well as several army vehicles. Probably the most valuable from what I've seen on auction sites, was the Guy box van in EverReady Batteries colours. There were loads more and my Dad gave them all away to my nephews, after I went into the army. I wasn't best pleased, not least because when my children came along, there were none left to hand down. But the real killer was that a few years ago, my brother claimed them all as his and sold them. Don't you just love families!!

 

John.

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3 hours ago, Bullbasket said:

 But the real killer was that a few years ago, my brother claimed them all as his and sold them. Don't you just love families!!

 

John.

Typical. My Father was a true craftsman Carpenter & Joiner of the old fashioned breed. Iused

to go to work with him holiday times as a kid. I watched on a Friday afternoon as he sharpened

his saws planes & honed his chisels.

 

The handles on saws planes & chisels had that lovly patenner  (? spelling) The blades were sharp. He would

strop the chisels on this palm to rid any burr left. A joy to watch.

 

Dear old dad died. My sister gave all his tools before I got there to the rag & bone man.

 

Get that.  🤧

 

Laurie

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2 hours ago, LaurieS said:

Typical. My Father was a true craftsman Carpenter & Joiner of the old fashioned breed. Iused

to go to work with him holiday times as a kid. I watched on a Friday afternoon as he sharpened

his saws planes & honed his chisels.

 

The handles on saws planes & chisels had that lovly patenner  (? spelling) The blades were sharp.

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Afternoon Laurie, @LaurieS like you, my Dad was a Carpenter....he only did five years of a seven year apprenticeship, apprentice to my Granddad who was a cabinet maker, Dad volunteered in 1940.

Dad died in '96, but I have most of his tools, apart from some that were donated to the wood shop at Catterick garrison....I mean, when am I going to use a spokeshave?!! Chisels donated were still sharp after twenty years of non use, as were the block plane blades.....it was a society that looked after what little they had.

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3 minutes ago, PhoenixII said:

Afternoon Laurie, @LaurieS like you, my Dad was a Carpenter....he only did five years of a seven year apprenticeship, apprentice to my Granddad who was a cabinet maker, Dad volunteered in 1940.

Dad died in '96, but I have most of his tools, apart from some that were donated to the wood shop at Catterick garrison....I mean, when am I going to use a spokeshave?!! Chisels donated were still sharp after twenty years of non use, as were the block plane blades.....it was a society that looked after what little they had.

My dad was a bit older born 1911. Died 1990.

 

He worked on almost everything. Houses, rescue launches during the war. Sheperton film studios

on scenery, commercial building & finally in a DIY shop. That was after he managed to slice bits

from the top of his fingers on one hand on a circular saw. Yucks.

 

Used to love watching him as a boy. My career was in architecture & I did not see better workmanship

during all 50 years. His mitres on architraves etc. were as tight as tight. On skirtings no mitre in the corner.

He scribed one skirting into the other.

 

There we are. Same in architecture. I spent hours learning how to sharpen a pencil & to draw lines twisting

the pencil to keep it sharp. Hours learning how to produce a wash on a drawing & how to paint walls etc

on drawings with a paint brush. Certainly comes in handy as even at 80 years I can hold a solid paint line.

Laurie

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Do any of you, got to be old, remember Whirligig.

 

One of the acts was Steve Race & Mexican Pete.

 

Just loved that programme.

 

Laurie

 

"I'm Mexican Pete, zee bad bandit
Zee bad bandit I always 'ave bin
I tie Senor Hank to zee railroad
An' zat is zee end of 'im !"

 

"I'm Mexican Pete ze bad bandit
I've captured the little Cassy
Senor Hank he must pay ze fat ransom
Before little Cassy I free"

 

  "I'm Mexican Pete ze bad bandit
Zees onions they makea me cry
Please letta me out of zis kitchen
Poor Mexican Pete he will die!"

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Driving a country road near my place yesterday I spotted a male pheasant making his way through the long grass of the verge. As I approached he took fright and ran out in front of me. I stopped. He ran along the road a few yards then took flight in a blur of colours and flew into the adjoining field. Very nice to see.

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6 minutes ago, Black Knight said:

Driving a country road near my place yesterday I spotted a male pheasant making his way through the long grass of the verge. As I approached he took fright and ran out in front of me. I stopped. He ran along the road a few yards then took flight in a blur of colours and flew into the adjoining field. Very nice to see.

Like that. We have a lot of Starlings who land & sit on a warm spot on top of a leisure centre.

 

Every now & then they take flight & perform their murmuration. I see it plenty of times but

never tire of watching them.

 

We have a coffee place below our flats. They have an outside seating area. Lovely for sparrows

collecting the small chips of food. There are literally hundreds of them. If you pass the coffee

shop about 6:00pm after they close in the trees all you can here is the pandemonium of all

these sparrows chatting. A cacophony, or coffeeny, of sound. Just remarkable even a room full

of women could not compete 😝😎☺️

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At my daughter's house just over a week ago. The conversation between her and her seven year old son went something like this. "You've got the choice. Either you come with mummy and daddy to Wembley for the League Cup Final (they had three tickets and are Chelsea fans), or you can spend the day with grandad. Your choice". Guess which one he chose..........'at's my boy!!

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3 hours ago, Bullbasket said:

At my daughter's house just over a week ago. The conversation between her and her seven year old son went something like this. "You've got the choice. Either you come with mummy and daddy to Wembley for the League Cup Final (they had three tickets and are Chelsea fans), or you can spend the day with grandad. Your choice". Guess which one he chose..........'at's my boy!!

Now is that because Grandad buys icecreams, crisps & chocs. Or could it be a visit to the toy shop.

 

Better still a visist to the playground. Or all three. 😋

 

Laurie

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1 hour ago, LaurieS said:

Now is that because Grandad buys icecreams, crisps & chocs. Or could it be a visit to the toy shop.

 

Better still a visist to the playground. Or all three. 😋

 

Laurie

No, he gets a visit to Southend airport, and we go up to the viewing area where he gets fed with a bacon bap while he watches the aircraft land and take off. Then it's over to the park with his football so that he can give me a heart attack running around and falling over. Hopefully, when I'm over in June/July, I'll be taking him carting. He loves that.

 

John.

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56 minutes ago, Bullbasket said:

No, he gets a visit to Southend airport, and we go up to the viewing area where he gets fed with a bacon bap while he watches the aircraft land and take off. Then it's over to the park with his football so that he can give me a heart attack running around and falling over. Hopefully, when I'm over in June/July, I'll be taking him carting. He loves that.

 

John.

Well that sounds like heaven & he has a caring grandad John.

 

My youngest grandson is 12 & I am 80. He comes into my do it all office & uses my computere on visits

plus of course eating my biscuits.

 

Every now & then I show him photos, stored on computer now, of me as a youngster & in my teens. I

can see that he does not believe that I played cricket or that a grandad was once young. He goes very

quiet obviously considering this old fellow used to be young like him. It is very fascinating to watch

him taking this all in.

 

Isuppose he really is thinking how did he get so old :rofl:

Laurie

 

 

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Yes, he's my best mate. Two years ago, all the family got together at our house in France for our golden wedding anniversary. My brother brought a photo with him of him and me on holiday in Aberdeen, when I was four years old (he's nine years older than me). I hadn't seen that photo in years, and when I looked at it, it was like looking at my Grandson. I don't mind admitting that I was very emotional.

 

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2 hours ago, Bullbasket said:

Yes, he's my best mate. Two years ago, all the family got together at our house in France for our golden wedding anniversary. My brother brought a photo with him of him and me on holiday in Aberdeen, when I was four years old (he's nine years older than me). I hadn't seen that photo in years, and when I looked at it, it was like looking at my Grandson. I don't mind admitting that I was very emotional.

 

John.

Am in the process, on & off, of digitizing all photos my immediate family & all those before

& after.

 

I just love looking at photos of my mum & dad when they were young. To see how pretty my

mother was & how scruffy my father was. Fascinating from the pictures to see how close he

was to one of his sisters. Would not have thought that.

 

Also have pictures of my paternal great grandma & my great grandad. They must have been

taken just at the end of the 1800s.

 

Perception is so strange. My youngest son when he saw part of my finished archives stated that

he had not realized how modern I dressed as a 20 year old.

 

So the world goes around & how fascinating it is.

 

Laurie

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Now this I enjoyed this morning.

 

During the week we are woken up (we are old sleep is a must) at 8:00am as

 the building site starts work.

 

Saturday our flat is next to a Leisure Centre all noises kids enjoying themselves going swimming etc.

 

But this morning Sunday absolute bliss. I woke at 8:00am. Normally then get up. But it was absolutely

quiet not murmur. That carried on until 9:00 am. 60 mins of no noise.

 

I just lay there thinking & enjoying that hour of peace.

 

Laure

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12 minutes ago, Bonhoff said:

Happiness for me yesterday, was going sideways in a Ford Escort at a very moist Donington Park.

 

IanJ 

In the car park Ian 🤔

Laurie

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A non-political post about elections: Living in a very safe seat at election time makes me happy! A colleague at work lives in a hard fought marginal seat and says it’s hell - can’t move for campaigners and constant stream of leaflets in the mail box. Meanwhile where I live, the local MP is under no threat whatsoever and there’s barely any sign there’s an election on. Which is how I like it!

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What's made me happy lately is that I'll be starting a new job in June.

 

After 15 years of teaching English as a second language, the last 12 as a freelancer, I'm quite ready to move on to the next challenge.

 

I'm also more than happy to get back into full time work with a predicatable salary, benefits, paid holidays and someone else tending to my health and social insurance payments. Lots of people talk about the "freedom" of being self-employed, but there's certainly something to be said for having an employer that will look after you and give you security.

 

The last six months or so have been pretty chaotic on a lot of levels in life, both my girlfriend and I had health scares back in autumn. While mine was quite easy to get under control, her's will be a chronic and ongoing matter as it turns out. We'll both need me to have something more secure than the unpredictability of freelancing.

 

I'm really quite excited to start the new job, I'm getting a bit of that proverbial "In from the cold" feeling and my blood pressure has actually gone down since I got the news of being hired.

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Well, after two years, I have now completed and passed all eight "taught" modules of my Masters (which gives me a PGDip should I wish to stop here). My research proposal for my dissertation has been approved with no amendments, so now to knock out 12,000 words by January to get me over the finish line.

The results did of course come through the same day as my Arthritis was diagnosed, but that went in the "Grump" thread...

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Our daughter's home from Uni for a few days, I came home after a particularly brain bludgeoning day to find she'd made raspberry flapjacks.  They're absolutely delicious and she's a little wonder!

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