Mike the language I use is everyday usage up here in the NE, my Daughter will often say what are you mooching around for meaning what am I looking at in her garden, not much it is a modern take on gardening, plastic lawn decking summerhouse you could live in not my style. One Daughter arrived saying "I made you some Singing Hinny's dad" the youngest Daughter said what are those? She ate plenty of them when she lived with us as well as Stotty's Leek puddings duck and peas, not real duck by the way. Daughter brought me a Welsh leek and Bacon pudding last week we all had second helpings, it was a long time since we had that. My written language is me, not meant to offend anyone, my aggression was used up in the forces we all become pacifists in the end, war settles nothing.
Dad a Haulage contractor and small holding owner had a Saturday round moving baskets of laundry from the big houses around Norton green to the Washer Woman near Norton Station, when I was old enough to push the barrow you describe I got the job. The washing was in a large whicker basket, I would get four on the handcart push them up Station Road bring back the four clean ones then progress to the next four houses, luckily our Village was quite small and compact though we had a lot of Doctors Lawyers ICI Managers and such so light nights i would start on Friday night, in winter Saturday was a long day. At one shilling a house sixpence for the dirty basket sixpence for the clean I got half a small fortune in pocket money. The washer woman would give me tea and cake half way through she had a shed full of old style coke boilers and washing tubs a garden full of clothes lines, she must have been the busiest woman in the Village as she also ironed everything, she must have had help but I only ever saw her.
As a lad we came from school did our chores and for me that would also include feeding the pigs, making sure the Hens Ducks Geese were OK then preparing the vegetables for the evening meal when both Mum and dad were on war work, I learned to cook at an early age, you just did it then meal over it was skates on and "away the lads and lasses" we had plenty of room to play in.
Good Days in fact great days but go back??? Outside toilets, Sunlight soap, Castor oil, Mucking out the animals, cooking huge boilers full of potato's for the pig mix, "oh" and trying to catch the goats when they escaped yet again. NO, I will stay will my nice warm and comfortable home life saving shower and Imperial leather soap thank you, it was fun, it is done, we move on.
D.R. We all had them but ours were metal, the local Blacksmith knocked them up, top and whip, allies or Marbles as the Nobs called them, some old men on the green played allies on a board sitting on the green some nights, they were made of clay not glass like ours with our Motte holes. Roller skates bikes buggies made from old pram frames simple things but oh the fun we had.
When I met Joan and she started taking me home her Mother once said out of her hearing, "you want to marry Joan? she washed up on her skates" I thought so what she has butter and jam on her Yorkshire puddings and I can forgive that, only just mind. Mother would send me to the Co-op, on would go the skates followed by a lecture and do not come crying to me when you fall carrying the baskets, I never did, fall or go crying to Mum, there was no point, "live and learn" was the comfort I got.
That's a good one. My mum became concerned because my brother seemed to eat more sweets than his pocket money could buy, and asked him how he got the money. "Under the pole," he said. The entrance to our flats was barred by a shiny metal pole which slotted into upright posts and could be removed to admit the coalman, milkman and rag and bone man and their vehicles. It was a perfect height for small children to swing from, and the more agile would turn somersaults around it. When they'd gone, my brother would go and collect the sweets and coins that had fallen out of their pockets.
A workmate told me she and her brother received the same pocket money, but he always seemed to have more than her. When she questioned him he told her , being either foolish or unusually generous, about his money chair. An armchair with a lower seat than the others, so when an adult with coins in their pockets used it, they stood up poorer than they sat down.
Lyn you would be very surprised, having a close family of mixed ages Saturday and Sunday conversation cover a very wide spectrum, they would not want Granddad pontificating about the old days though they do ask questions of family they never knew.
To us at the time it was all modern and new, we knew no better, the events of the time meant you had a sense of fun or you cried, I laughed my way through life and still do more so as my little Granddaughter has just beaten me at Chess twice today by dubious means, she is eight.
Am I a rarity? I really enjoy going to the supermarket, it's like an Aladdin's cave full of goodies! I take a list and stick to it though or I'd run out of money.
When I'm in France I shop in a huge hypermarket where I can get everything I need. The problem in France is that all the shops are moving to the outskirts of town where the hypermarkets are and the town centres are dying, mostly banks, insurance companies and cafés.
When I'm in Norfolk I love going shopping in the small local towns, there is a really good selection of shops, the supermarkets are walking distance from the towns and the ironmongers are wonderful. I love Norwich city centre, the lovely market and all the big stores, M&S, John Lewis, nice restaurants, everything all together, big and small.
I don't like ordering stuff I can't see on the Internet, but occasionally I do if it's something I can't get locally. French Amazon is not a patch on English Amazon. Many French websites don't give prices, you have to ring them to find out the price! French bank cards can be weird, often won't work for Internet. I have to have a call from the bank on my mobile before my card can be accepted, but my mobile doesn't have a signal in my house.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Dont they have Paypal in France Liz? Most sites here take it and I use whenever possible. Lots of guarantees with it, as long as you use a credit card and not a bank card all should be safe. Never use Debit cards on the net.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
Nervous of PayPal now. Had used it then I had a scam email from someone pretending to be PayPal wanting to know my credit card details. My French bank doesn’t do credit cards.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
All genuine emails from PayPal always say ..Dear Lyn D...... if it just says dear PayPal customer then it’s not genuine. Same goes for any and every email from any internet company. Just delete them without clicking on anything.
My bank doesn’t do credit cards either, I got it from elsewhere, but never use a debit card on the internet, easiest thing to get hacked.
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Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
That’s not how hacking works lol. I really don’t know where to begin debunking this particular myth, it started with fearmongering by anti-virus people in the late 90s, Who were, big shock, trying to sell you anti-virus. Just don’t use the same email/username/password combination on every website and you will be fine duck.
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Mike the language I use is everyday usage up here in the NE, my Daughter will often say what are you mooching around for meaning what am I looking at in her garden, not much it is a modern take on gardening, plastic lawn decking summerhouse you could live in not my style. One Daughter arrived saying "I made you some Singing Hinny's dad" the youngest Daughter said what are those? She ate plenty of them when she lived with us as well as Stotty's Leek puddings duck and peas, not real duck by the way. Daughter brought me a Welsh leek and Bacon pudding last week we all had second helpings, it was a long time since we had that. My written language is me, not meant to offend anyone, my aggression was used up in the forces we all become pacifists in the end, war settles nothing.
Dad a Haulage contractor and small holding owner had a Saturday round moving baskets of laundry from the big houses around Norton green to the Washer Woman near Norton Station, when I was old enough to push the barrow you describe I got the job. The washing was in a large whicker basket, I would get four on the handcart push them up Station Road bring back the four clean ones then progress to the next four houses, luckily our Village was quite small and compact though we had a lot of Doctors Lawyers ICI Managers and such so light nights i would start on Friday night, in winter Saturday was a long day. At one shilling a house sixpence for the dirty basket sixpence for the clean I got half a small fortune in pocket money. The washer woman would give me tea and cake half way through she had a shed full of old style coke boilers and washing tubs a garden full of clothes lines, she must have been the busiest woman in the Village as she also ironed everything, she must have had help but I only ever saw her.
As a lad we came from school did our chores and for me that would also include feeding the pigs, making sure the Hens Ducks Geese were OK then preparing the vegetables for the evening meal when both Mum and dad were on war work, I learned to cook at an early age, you just did it then meal over it was skates on and "away the lads and lasses" we had plenty of room to play in.
Good Days in fact great days but go back??? Outside toilets, Sunlight soap, Castor oil, Mucking out the animals, cooking huge boilers full of potato's for the pig mix, "oh" and trying to catch the goats when they escaped yet again. NO, I will stay will my nice warm and comfortable home life saving shower and Imperial leather soap thank you, it was fun, it is done, we move on.
Frank.
D.R. We all had them but ours were metal, the local Blacksmith knocked them up, top and whip, allies or Marbles as the Nobs called them, some old men on the green played allies on a board sitting on the green some nights, they were made of clay not glass like ours with our Motte holes. Roller skates bikes buggies made from old pram frames simple things but oh the fun we had.
When I met Joan and she started taking me home her Mother once said out of her hearing, "you want to marry Joan? she washed up on her skates" I thought so what she has butter and jam on her Yorkshire puddings and I can forgive that, only just mind. Mother would send me to the Co-op, on would go the skates followed by a lecture and do not come crying to me when you fall carrying the baskets, I never did, fall or go crying to Mum, there was no point, "live and learn" was the comfort I got.
Frank.
I don’t think I’ll join MA and Frank in the pub, I can imagine the conversation...????
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That's a good one. My mum became concerned because my brother seemed to eat more sweets than his pocket money could buy, and asked him how he got the money. "Under the pole," he said. The entrance to our flats was barred by a shiny metal pole which slotted into upright posts and could be removed to admit the coalman, milkman and rag and bone man and their vehicles. It was a perfect height for small children to swing from, and the more agile would turn somersaults around it. When they'd gone, my brother would go and collect the sweets and coins that had fallen out of their pockets.
A workmate told me she and her brother received the same pocket money, but he always seemed to have more than her. When she questioned him he told her , being either foolish or unusually generous, about his money chair. An armchair with a lower seat than the others, so when an adult with coins in their pockets used it, they stood up poorer than they sat down.
Lyn you would be very surprised, having a close family of mixed ages Saturday and Sunday conversation cover a very wide spectrum, they would not want Granddad pontificating about the old days though they do ask questions of family they never knew.
To us at the time it was all modern and new, we knew no better, the events of the time meant you had a sense of fun or you cried, I laughed my way through life and still do more so as my little Granddaughter has just beaten me at Chess twice today by dubious means, she is eight.
Frank
and the world smiles with you.
Am I a rarity? I really enjoy going to the supermarket, it's like an Aladdin's cave full of goodies! I take a list and stick to it though or I'd run out of money.
When I'm in France I shop in a huge hypermarket where I can get everything I need. The problem in France is that all the shops are moving to the outskirts of town where the hypermarkets are and the town centres are dying, mostly banks, insurance companies and cafés.
When I'm in Norfolk I love going shopping in the small local towns, there is a really good selection of shops, the supermarkets are walking distance from the towns and the ironmongers are wonderful. I love Norwich city centre, the lovely market and all the big stores, M&S, John Lewis, nice restaurants, everything all together, big and small.
I don't like ordering stuff I can't see on the Internet, but occasionally I do if it's something I can't get locally. French Amazon is not a patch on English Amazon. Many French websites don't give prices, you have to ring them to find out the price! French bank cards can be weird, often won't work for Internet. I have to have a call from the bank on my mobile before my card can be accepted, but my mobile doesn't have a signal in my house.
Dont they have Paypal in France Liz? Most sites here take it and I use whenever possible. Lots of guarantees with it, as long as you use a credit card and not a bank card all should be safe. Never use Debit cards on the net.
Nervous of PayPal now. Had used it then I had a scam email from someone pretending to be PayPal wanting to know my credit card details. My French bank doesn’t do credit cards.
All genuine emails from PayPal always say ..Dear Lyn D...... if it just says dear PayPal customer then it’s not genuine. Same goes for any and every email from any internet company. Just delete them without clicking on anything.
My bank doesn’t do credit cards either, I got it from elsewhere, but never use a debit card on the internet, easiest thing to get hacked.
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