I don't ever remember Dad's Army ever doing any "digging for victory", do you? Strange that... given that inreal life all these characters would have been hard at it. Or am I missing something??
It's my fault for choosing the name 'artjak'; I'm an artist and my name is Jacqueline, but everyone abreviates it automatically to Jackie, which is not my name. I did not realise, never having joined a forum before that that would be my name in perpetuity, I quite like artjak, but it does seem to cause gender confusion, not to be confused with seedling angst.
My father was in the Home Guard and only used his gun to shoot rabbits for food. He also had a big allotment on the railway embankment where I helped grow our vegetables and kept quiet about the strawberries we grew tumbling down the steps from terrace to terrace as such things were looked upon as frivolous luxuries. He was en engineer on the Ghost ships whuch came into Rosyth for repair and maintenance from the sea. I do not know how he kept going when I think he caught the bus to work at 6.30am and got home about 7pm and was out at the Home Guard for 8pm and one night a week out all night on surveillance duty and still kept tne five of us well fed with fruit and vegetables. His one relaxation was the local football match when it was a home game as he used to play semi professional football till his cartilege gave him bother and on Saturday he was home at 1.30pm as everyone worked a five and a half day week then. I still like to grow the potatoes and onions he grew.
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I don't ever remember Dad's Army ever doing any "digging for victory", do you? Strange that... given that inreal life all these characters would have been hard at it. Or am I missing something??
Art-you're entitled to feel smug...award yourself a Sir Smug medal!
I went out to my car earlier and the rain has made 5 million dandelions grow where my car is
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Only 5 million Fairygirl!
Maybe 6 million Tina...
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I think perhaps some people volunteered to be in the Home Guard just because that got them out of Digging for Victory
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Fairygirl; I award myself a Dame smug medal; I am a ladee
Art
getting coat right now....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
It's my fault for choosing the name 'artjak'; I'm an artist and my name is Jacqueline, but everyone abreviates it automatically to Jackie, which is not my name. I did not realise, never having joined a forum before that that would be my name in perpetuity, I quite like artjak, but it does seem to cause gender confusion, not to be confused with seedling angst.
My father was in the Home Guard and only used his gun to shoot rabbits for food. He also had a big allotment on the railway embankment where I helped grow our vegetables and kept quiet about the strawberries we grew tumbling down the steps from terrace to terrace as such things were looked upon as frivolous luxuries. He was en engineer on the Ghost ships whuch came into Rosyth for repair and maintenance from the sea. I do not know how he kept going when I think he caught the bus to work at 6.30am and got home about 7pm and was out at the Home Guard for 8pm and one night a week out all night on surveillance duty and still kept tne five of us well fed with fruit and vegetables. His one relaxation was the local football match when it was a home game as he used to play semi professional football till his cartilege gave him bother and on Saturday he was home at 1.30pm as everyone worked a five and a half day week then. I still like to grow the potatoes and onions he grew.