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They didn't have decimalization when I was a kid Maria,let alone the Euro. I had half a crown pocket money. That's 2 shillings and sixpence.A shilling was worth5 new pence and a sixpence 2 and a half new pence.:p
It's a great picture isn't it?A pal who knows I'm a tennis nut,sent it as a background for my computer!
 
:D I was 21 when the euro was introduced, but converting obscure currencies into euros makes it a bit easier internationally.
 
I had a lovely compliment yesterday and it made my day.I haven't been feeling too well lately. An old back injury is playing up. I have a stiff neck.You can actually hear my shoulders creaking and I have pain in my one hip, both knees and both ankles.I was in the supermarket (thank goodness I had a shopping cart to keep me up:() and I saw a couple I knew well from when my children were in school,but I'd not seen them for years. They walked straight past me and when I called out to them,they had no idea who I was because I'd lost so much weight, they didn't recognise me.
 
Nice! Hope you feel better soon Polly. I have started taking Turmeric & am aching much less!
 
That IS a nice compliment :) I'm sorry you're feeling so creaky though... How much weight have you lost so far?
 
I'm not dead
Well, that’s Queen’s Eastbourne and Wimbledon over and the tour moves on. We have eaten our way through the cooked ahead meals and have 1 chicken and sun dried tomato casserole, and 1 curry left.

For the last month I have been doing all the shopping before 11am and from then on I was made sure I was within distance of a TV until 2pm and then O settled down in my chair in front of the big telly.

It’s kind of nice to be back to normal. Off to the supermarket and farmers market now. I shall get around everyone’s diaries later on. I don’t blame you all if you have forgotten who I am

Cate... weight loss so far is 5 and a half stones.(1 stone is 14lbs)
 
Welcome back Polly :) Elephants can remember, you know ;) Sounds like you had fun on your "sports holiday" and (mostly?) kept up the healthy eating, so well done! Is your part of the world burning hot or soaking wet? Pretty sure those are the only options in Europe right now.
 
Well, to be honest, I couldn't do it without you. The weather is changeable Maria. Today is cloudy and humid.It's anyone's guess what tomorrows my be.
We had a dreadful storm the week before last. Our garage flooded, to be accurate it wasn't so much a flood as a puddle with attitude. The gale was frightening it sounded like a train rushing past our bedroom and I was a bit worried about structural damage. My husband is an ex sailor and can sleep through the last trump.He's been through North Atlantic storms I could only imagine. I couldn't wake him up so came up with a brainwave...'MARCUS! WE ARE SINKING' that did it!
We go fora 5 day break on the Isle of Whyte in September.I'm getting all excited now. And in February, we are going to Hayling Island with our neighbours. It started out with just 4 of us and now we are 8. At this rate we will have a bus all to ourselves
 
Who said the romance doesn't last?
41 years ago today we got engaged and married the following December. We are going out for a meal this evening and I woke up this morning to the lovely smell of fresh brewed coffee. My husband put a big mug of it on my bedside table, sat on the bed and said 'I'll have to have opening medicine tonight Poll.I'm clogged solid':rotflmao:
 
Oh Polly! You do make me laugh. I read your post about waking your snoring husband
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'MARCUS! WE ARE SINKING'
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on Tuesday. My mother was dying & I was holding her hand with my right hand & reading diaries on my phone. You made me smile. I thought I would come back later & tell you, but obviously, I then forgot. Thank you for being you Polly. At the time I thought "Oh Polly, I do love you!" so I thought I should let you know how you made me feel. This is such a good community & we have lots of love (& humour) to share xoxo
 
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Oh Polly! You do make me laugh. I read your post about waking your snoring husband
on Tuesday. My mother was dying & I was holding her hand with my right hand & reading diaries on my phone. You made me smile. I thought I would come back later & tell you, but obviously, I then forgot. Thank you for being you Polly. At the time I thought "Oh Polly, I do love you!" so I thought I should let you know how you made me feel. This is such a good community & we have lots of love (& humour) to share xoxo
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Thanks for the post Cate. Marcus and I are thinking of you. I remember sitting by mum’s bed when she was slipping her moorings from this old world. She had been in end stage dementia for quite some time and didn’t know me. My dad was killed when I was 3 weeks old, so there was only mum and me until I married in 1975. In those last few hours I blocked out the dementia and just remembered when she was young. Things that happened, like when she put me on a donkey at the seaside, I dug my heels in and the donkey bolted. You’ve never seen a packed beach clear so quickly or a woman run so fast after it like mum in hot pursuit.

Time robs us of our loved ones, but never our memories
 
You are so good at conveying images Polly! I really could see that. How old were you at the time do you think?
 
I was 5 Cate and remember it vividly. My grand dad who was in his 60's took off after my mum, I am told, because all this was going on behind me. The donkey lady was in tears. It was a big white donkey and went like a greyhound. An elderly gentleman who was in the Royal Horse Artillery during World War One, made a grab for it as we lumbered past, his heels dragged a furrow in the sand but he held on like a vice. As my family ( granny who was only 5ft tall but ruled the family like a Welsh Queen Victoria) grand dad(who swore the animal was a mule)and poor old mum(speechless and still puffing after her sprint) dragged me back to the hotel, the crowds parted to let us pass and there was a gentle murmuring of 'that's her' and 'bloody 'ell. It's a wonder she didn't kill someone' We left for home that evening.
An interesting footnote is that, some years back, I used some of the story in a short I had written for a magazine. The fiction editor refused it,saying it was more farce than fiction!
 
Am I glad to be back in my own home. In a nutshell:

2 of our oldest friends were killed in a motoring accident on the continent.They lived in the north of England. Their 2 children, and their families are as much use as a boil on the neck.We got the bodies back to the UK and that's when everything went pear shaped. Their house was to be sold for charity, before which the kids could take what they wanted.It was like the bloody January sales.Both kids and their wives were literally tearing things out of each others hands.I'm just surprised they didn't have the carpets up. They each hired a van to take their 'loot' to their houses. Then they tried to get the cost of hiring the vans out of their parents estate,they failed.Our friends had a damn good solicitor and needed one.As if that wasn't enough, our pals had left their bodies to medical science! The solicitor and Marcus and I then had to go through the rigmarole of arranging to transport the bodies several hundreds of miles, to the relevant university hospital.The hospital advised us on what to do, but we had to arrange it all ourselves. Yesterday we finally headed home and slept like logs, We got home at 10pm had a bath and hit the hay. We didn't wake up until 9 am this morning and were still in our night attire at 1pm.Talk about a lazy day.
Talk to you all again tomorrow.Marcus has just poured me out a very large whisky and coke.
 
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