It's odd me mentioning clubs, given that I have been a semi- recluse for nearly nine years. My wife wouldn't recognise the person I've become - I don't recognise the person I've become....who the bloody hell am I? My dad stares back in the mirror, so maybe I'm now him.
Maybe in a while, after I've experienced the real world more again, I'll realise it isn't all it's cracked up to be and end up chasing you all down the rabbit hole. BUT I'll be tooo embarrassed to admit to it by keeping the same name - so if you come across some curmudgeonly, obnoxious, bigoted, 'ist' posts on the new place.......... be afraid, very afraid...
This place has been good though eh? And it's all the posts that have made it - even the posts I didn't agree with from people (well, not real people, but pipes) that I didn't care for too much. It was it all. Once it becomes sanitised and cosy it loses out - if it becomes toooooo bigoted and confrontational, it loses out. I can't thank you all enough for keeping me sane(r than I probably am in reality!).
Edited to add: After all that gushy sentimentality (that isn't me at all - says he wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye with a lace hankie) -
The other place might be good too. I would like to see more real people too but somehow it isn't happening. This forum has been the best next thing for me. "Lace Hanckie" is a good Avatar 😁. Hope to see you soon.
Not only did I join an actual gardening club but I ended up on the committee.
It's funny how I found out about it. I'd better explain that we live on a corner plot with a low boundary wall, it was a summer evening after the granddaughters had gone home so I was emptying the paddling pool. I was still wearing my bikini and enthusiastically bucketing water onto the border when suddenly I was addressed by a man on the pavement. He turned out to be a committee member on a publicity drive by delivering leaflets. It wasn't until after, when I told my OH, that I was basically talking to a strange man while I was in my 'underwear'.
How do you meet real people? It seems to meet real people you have to swipe them first on the net. No idea what that means. I did go out one night, dressed in black with a balaclava, and put up posters with pictures of me on it asking if anyone wanted to adopt me. No joy.
"Mrs-B3-Southampton,-Hants"
Yeah - that's what he told you.... Why does that never happen to me? A bikini clad woman wanting to talk to me over a garden fence. Bri - my next door neighbour - tried the bikini look, but it didn't suit him - the colour he chose clashed with his eyes.
Edited: Anyone else having issues posting? I had to remove @ in this post and then it lost half of it. Kept getting 'there has been an error'.
Well .. sprinkle the balaclava with glitter and you might get some responses. Or a greener option would be embroidered daises' chains around the eye openings.
My friends here I have known for 30 yrs and met them through mothers and toddlers groups, only slightly more attractive than dark balaclavas. I occasionally meet new people nowadays but somehow they don't become friends, my fault I am sure.
I think people are over rated - I may just go out and get myself a pet shrimp called Bluey - and if that relationship goes pear shaped I can always saute him/it/she/them with a nob of butter and a bit of garlic. The way to a man's/woman's/its heart is through his/her/their stomach isn't it?
This may seem odd (even for me) given the circumstances, but Immediate Media have been hosting this site and allowed me to post my drivel - so irrespective of the hows and whys behind its closing down - thanks to them.
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"Lace Hanckie" is a good Avatar 😁. Hope to see you soon.
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It's funny how I found out about it. I'd better explain that we live on a corner plot with a low boundary wall, it was a summer evening after the granddaughters had gone home so I was emptying the paddling pool. I was still wearing my bikini and enthusiastically bucketing water onto the border when suddenly I was addressed by a man on the pavement. He turned out to be a committee member on a publicity drive by delivering leaflets. It wasn't until after, when I told my OH, that I was basically talking to a strange man while I was in my 'underwear'.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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