Gibraltar 1 Latvia 0 Long live the Rock. Made my day Hopefully on Tuesday I can cheer on Argentina over Spain. But now back to watch Ronnie wrap up another tournament Envious of those going to the next two games but hope you enjoy them ps Dave I'm now the proud owner of a Norwich keyring
Morning all from a grey and misty rural France. Light rain forecast, so gardening on hold again. Just as the hamstrings were getting used to being stretched, I have to stop.
Looks as if I might finally have escaped the clutches of O2. It will have taken 3 months to cancel a mobile phone contract, and for them to transfer the £31 that I am in credit with them. I find that different companies are more efficient than others when it come to sending you money rather than the other way round. Some can give you a refund the same day, while others take 7-10 days to complete it. I wonder why that should be?
Know your frustration. It is although you have to make sure they think a bigger potential deal is in the offing because once they give up on you they have no incentive to pay. We've been pestered by O2 for our business contract. They insisted that 40 quid a month was the best deal you could get. I said I had an offer of 16 quid a month. They pushed me to show them evidence. So I sent the quote. It was a quote from O2
Here's a question. What is a typical food of Watford? Sadly our small town has been rather swallowed up and no longer clearly defined. No longer is it even a print town as it was once. But all I've come up with when asked the above are generic things. I remember little plates of cockles with vinagar and black pepper. My mum and me liked those sold in Watford market, when they didn't contain too much grit. But while I relate them to Watford I don't think they represent the place in general. Any thoughts or even happy memories?
I cannot think that there is something specific food wise to Watford, but like you a visit to the market still is strong in my memories. I remember that with my mum we would walk from Bushey to the town, which was a long walk for a six or seven year old, and catch the bus back when we had the shopping. In Market Street the weekly market for the sale of animals was still working, and there was an occasion when a bull escaped and created chaos as it went charging down the High Street. The High Street still had two way traffic, and if you look at old photos you see cars parked outside the shops. Food though and I think of Gibsons Pork Butchers, where I would watch the sausage machine filling the skins with chopped up meat. The market was where we bought the chicks that would be for the eggs to start with, and the Sunday roast later. We would buy mushroom stalks. They had become detached from the heads, and were sold off very cheaply. Also there would be tins of broken biscuits. A selection of all sorts that had become broken before the days of wrapping them up in individual packages, and you bought them by the pound. Cockles we would have sometimes on those little plates you remember, but also we would buy and take home 1/4 pint of winkles, that I would sit and remove the caps from with a pin. There were still many things on ration in those days, and the market traders would do a swap. So if you had the coupons for some sweets, they would take them in exchange for some cheese or butter.
Morning all. Damp and dreary here today but quite mild. The washing machine that has been playing up for a couple of years finally seems to have given up. Found the instruction booklet to see if there was a chance of coaxing it back into life, and from that could see it was bought in 2001. New ones come with a warranty of two or three years, whereas that one had a five year one when we bought it. Things are not made to last these days. So far this year white goods sellers have done rather well out of us, and we are not even a quarter of the way through it.
It has some sort of built in computer system that calls the breakdown for you etc etc I have just looked at an online video about it... and am totally baffled
