A similar tale of my own mam, mate. One day she was fine, but then the stroke came. She died in Hull Royal a week later. She had three beautiful granddaughters, all living in London. The eldest couldn't get away from work and I swear mam refused to die until Samantha got there. Samantha actually took the call from the hospital whilst the rest of us were cowering under our sheets. Someone needs to take charge in such difficult times and Samantha was outstanding.
Merry Christmas to everyone on here and all the Tigernation. I'd like to wish my late Mother a Happy 100th Birthday.
I’ll wish you all what my mrs wished me this morning as she dropped an Asda bag with prezzies in on my lap.. “ merry ****ing Christmas “ and walked away… You just have to love her lol
Daughters a Detective volunteered for duty today in East London , i got a merry Christmas on text and a wish that’ today there were no murders or stabbing for the day on two levels - the victims and the paperwork and only wanted to do the 8 hours!!!’ Everyone deserves some time for festivities I’ve crossed my fingers in both levels
I got a Womble pepper grinder for Christmas this year from my great uncle... Don't want to sound ungrateful, though it's useless Everything is either underground or overground...
I bought my wife an artificial leg for Christmas. It’s wasn't her main present, just a stocking filler.
The only Christmas gift I got from her though was a deck of sticky playing cards. I find that very hard to deal with.
How old fashioned has your Christmas been? Just realised we carved the meat with a 36 year old Moulinex electric carving knife (wedding present naturally) Then I used a hostess trolley to warm up all the plates and serving dishes. …washing the tables clothes in a twin tub anyone?
Thanks to my mum for making me nearly choke to death telling us all the Charlton Heston Mince Pies were delicious......!!! Hope everyone has had a good day, got what they wanted except for the 3 points tomorrow. Happy 100th Birthday to Rovers late Mum...
I use a sterling silver tablespoon to ladle fat onto roasties that I somehow ended up with when my mother died in 1984. She had got it off my Grandma when she emigrated to Australia in the 60s. I suspect my Grandma acquired it when she was in service before the war. I can't read the hallmark so I'm not sure how old it is but it's battered and tarnished and perfectly misshapen at the business end for spooning smoking hot oil. If only that spoon could talk... ...I'd sell it for a fortune. Talking spoons are well sort after.
