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Funny Alison - I was thinking it must be time for your results. Hope it's all ok. I'm sure you are beautiful - you sound beautiful:-))

Sue xx

Hi Barbra

I was born in Prestbury Cheshire, but that was a fluke! Spent my early life in Manchester, then moved to Eccles until I got married. Early married life spent in Middleton(now pert of Rochdale) and then to Bollington near Macclesfield for a few years before moving to Cleethorpes.

We were at Cleethorpes for seven years until we came out to West Oz in 1982

My two children (Boy and Girl) were both born in Cleethorpes. I wonder where the years went!

I moved quite a bit because of my job

Allan

Hello Alison, hope you make it to the bus OK. I'll be thinking of you with fingers cross for your results on Thursday. How are you feeling? Do you feel the results will be good? I sincerely hope so.

Speaking of buses, I used to have to walk a long distance to get a bus - and the drivers were impatient with those who had strollers and toddlers too - I hated using buses. Then, before my third child was born, we managed to get a second car - and I have not been in a bus since! (third child is 43).

Now that I am looking at giving up driving within in next couple of years, I am living in a complex where there is a bus-stop right at our front entrance! That would be great - except that the legs don't work too well these days and I wouldn't be able to climb into a bus or hold on steady if I was able to manage it! Just my luck!

Good morning Alison.....if you can wield a shovel, your ticket will be waiting for you at the airport!

This is going to seem like a back-handed compliment but beauty comes from within...very zen, I know, but also very true.

I have to believe that as I was looking at some early photos when I was a teenager..athletic, lithe, full head of hair. Well it's obvious that Mother Nature enjoys a joke looking at me now!

Allan

I'm so glad you say it comes from within, Allan - because it sure doesn't seem to be withOUT when I look in the mirror - but that's OK, I've had my entire life to get used to that. Much better than having been a beauty and losing it, I think. That must be devastating.

Just letting you know - I have both shovel and spade - should I book a flight?

Berona, How soon can you have your bags packed?

I don't believe in calling a spade a spade 'cause it's an earth inverting horticultural implement

Allan

Good Morning Alison,
I expect you've gone for the bus by now, anyway hope you caught it without too much of a run. I too will keep fingers crossed for your results, as I'm sure we all will.
Sue, I have a book "The Complete Poems of Robert Frost" and often dip into it.....it's a lovely book, and quite heavy.
Berona, I won't accept anything in a shop that I didn't ask for, just look straight back at em, and say "That is not what I asked for" and they soon get it right. We've gone metric in the UK, so we have to ask for cooked meat etc in grammes, well I refuse to do metric, as I am British, NOT European, I therefore ask for things in ounces, that throws them into confusion, great fun watching them try to convert - but I don't care.

Tec

Bye for now Barbra,

I also have fond memories of Bury from my student days at Middleton. Fantastic black puddings!

Regards

Allan

Oh yes Berona, please book a flight with your trusty shovel. I have decided that I am too ill to dig stuff, like I am far too ill to clean my house. Yes, we made it to the bus in time.

Well SueMaid - I'm afraid there aint nothin' beautiful here - no outer beauty and none inner either!

I'm not sure, Berona, how I feel my results will be. The last time I found out that my liver cancer had started to grow again, I thought that I had felt quite good. I have been having some "off" days, so am now wondering of course. If you could all cross your fingers, toes, legs, eyes.........that would be great.

Last night I discovered on Ancestry that the electoral rolls now go up to 1954. So, I had a lovely time searching. Found my Mum nursing in Cairns and all sorts of good stuff.

Goodnight Barbra, nice to meet you,

Berona, I bet you've been a beautiful person all your life, it is so obvious, so stop putting yourself down.
Glamour girls are not necessarily beautiful you know.

There was a talent show on tv on Sunday, girl groups included. I suddenly said to OH "What on earth has happened to girls legs"
She replied, "Nothing has happened to them, it's just that girls with legs like that used to keep them covered"
Made me think,
especially about the maid with hairy legs

Tec

I'm not that big on poetry, although I have written some. I seem to be only able to compose poems about our family property. My mum used to be quite good at it and we all loved to watch Pam Ayers/Ayres reciting her poetry - she just looked so cheeky!

I've just hung some washing on the line and I've come back to so many posts - I can't keep up:-)) Allan I haven't heard of Gwen Harwood but I will look her up. Google Robert Frost - his poetry hits the right note with me.




Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Sue xx

Bye Barbra. Sleep tight.

I suppose you would want to know, rather than be left to wonder about it, but I can understand you not finding it easy to sleep.

You can be sure we will all be crossing everything for you and hoping for the best.

Aww, Tec, I shall wear my maid's uniform in such a manner that it clearly emphasises my hairy legs!

Allan

Thank you Berona.

Allan, don't you know, that just a glimpse of a dainty ankle is more tantalising than showing all of your errrr......features!

Sue,

A very nice poem and so reflective on life.

We all have to make choices about which path to take, and once started on the journey we have no idea what lies ahead.

I think that the most futile phrase in the English language must be "If only..."

Having made a choice we can't go back.


Allan

Tec - I think your Duchess' comment about the legs is a classic! LOL!

I often think in a similar way when I see some of the plunging necklines that are worn now.

The poem's beautiful Sue, I shall look for i in my book,

Allan, It has to be the full works you know -
black fish net stockings - not tights - suspenders, and six inch stillettos

Can't wait to see you walk a straight line in that lot..........

Tec

I agree with Berona, Alison. We'll all be beside you when you get your results.

Sleep tight, Barbra and come visit again.

Sue xx