Maybe it is time to find a new home.
I have been a member of this forum for almost 4 years.....it will be four years on the 22nd of October.
I have enjoyed being a part of this community. I have shared things about myself, about my family and about my daily life.
I have made some good friends...some of them I have never seen, but still feel they are friends.
These friends have boosted me on my damp grey days, they have laughed with me, and sometimes cried with me.
I have experienced(second hand, I know) some of the sadnesses gone through by other members.
It has been like a family to me.
I believe that the contributions I have made to the forum have been valid and have sometimes made for interesting...

Margaret Pilkington

The problem with weight loss is that as soon as you tell someone you have lost some weight, you go and put two pounds on.
Not exactly good, is it?
So another couple of weeks down the line I have still only lost the 11 pounds.......I am not really on a diet.....well, no that can't be true, because I am trying hard to eat less and walk more.
What I really mean is, that I am not on any
'planned diet'.......I'm eating my normal meals......though I have had more in the way of salads recently......I am also trying to curb my sweet tooth.
(I have a dentists appointment in about a month....I am going to ask him to see if he can take my sweet tooth out)
When I want chocolate....I have an apple......and sometimes...

Margaret Pilkington

It seems that I have awakened a few childhood memories with my last blog episode.......And Mick talking about trolleys/bogeys/whatever you called them when you were growing up......there were endless arguments in our house.......there were five lads and only one trolley......so there were fights and falling outs over who was going to be playing on it......it was a longbodied trolley and would accommodate two of the lads comfortably....but the others were never happy to wait for their turn.
During the summer it was the first two to get home from school who would commandeer the thing.......and head for the top of Carter Street....they would then whiz down and try to turn sharply onto Marsden Street......any miscalculation and they would...

Margaret Pilkington

In a recent blog episode I told you that, as a family, we were poor.
In financial terms that is true.
Looking back, I now realise how hard it must have been for my parents to feed us all....provide us with clothes, and keep a roof over our heads.

At the time, which was just after the war, many families were in the same boat.
So going to school in 'hand me downs'...or clothes from the jumble sale, was the norm....or at least certainly not frowned on.
As children, we didn't hanker after branded clothes......and we wore what we were given...whether it was fashionable or not.

This, I think, is where the parents of that time had it much easier than parents of today.
There was no worry about...

Margaret Pilkington

When I was a child.......we were poor.
There were things that I wished for, but knew that I couldn't have because we couldn't afford them.

I wanted to go up in a plane....the one that all the school children went on, on ascension day.
It was only a bog standard Turbo Prop plane, but it flew over the town, and all the children whose parents could afford it, could look down on the local geography.
I wasn't particularly interested in geography, I just wanted to go up into the clouds......it never happened. (Well, not until much later)
On ascension day I would watch the planes flying overhead and imagine what those lucky children could see.....and I would envy them.

I wanted to go on holiday with...

Margaret Pilkington