Mother

Warwickshire ring then?

I never realised he was in Warwickshire - I was born there, many, many years ago. Leamington Spa, to be precise :)

Not a bad place - I visit family there whenever I'm in the UK.

A good place in the 50's & 60's. Went back in '86 briefly, hated it - it had all changed beyond recognition - even the Blue Lias pub I used to work at while a student had changed (Mother's probably moored in their beer garden. It used to have a Vampire jet in the car park. The landlord Sandy was an ex fighter pilot)

No plans to visit the Northern Hemisphere again in this lifetime, unless the Aussie $ gains a bit of value!

Better than the NZ$. I'm lucky my grandfather left me a few £s so I can afford to visit occasionally.

And I always thought you lot used sheep for currency :)

Better than you lot using them for recreation. ;-)

On or around Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:11:55 GMT, Duracell Bunny enlightened us thusly:

We lived there from 70 to 76. Mind, it's still all changing - Rowington C of E primary (my first school) is now an old people's home.

On or around Thu, 28 Sep 2006 21:02:12 +0100, Ian Rawlings enlightened us thusly:

his. no more recent news than what we had at Malvern.

Austin Shackles uttered summat worrerz funny about:

Well on the bright side at least you'll know where the bogs are ;-)

Lee D

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On Fri, 29 Sep 2006 07:46:35 +0100, Austin Shackles scribbled the following nonsense:

got rushed in to hospital several times, he was determined to make Peterborough, left on Sunday in pain, back in Casualty on Monday....

I think he's having difficulty adjusting to thinner lenses on his glasses as well!

Only for therapeutic purposes, obviously ;-)

Just caught up a little and found this...

Rushed??? C'mon now, I live in yorkshire, getting there sometime this year is seen as a panic. It really wasn't _that_ bad :-)

Nothing to match the pain of an ex-colleague from my days working in the NHS gloating whilst reminding me of how I used to bollock my patients for not doing as I'd suggested... Ho hum... (whistle)...

It got better, now as the eye improves, the new (interim) specs have become equally as useless as a chocolate teapot. Life goes on, and I can still find my way to the fridge and know instinctively how to operate the corkscrew ;-)

On Wed, 18 Oct 2006 22:49:29 +0100, Mother scribbled the following nonsense:

thats the main thing!!!