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Originally posted by Bryn View PostI remember the shock I got when, at the age of 8, we moved to Swindon and on my first bus trip in the town was confronted with a large notice at the front of the upper deck, "Spitting Prohibited". It had never occurred to me that anyone would even consider spitting in a bus. I had never seen a similar notice on a London bus.
There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who rode on a train out to Ealing:
The sign on the door
Read 'Don't spit on the floor'
So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
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Originally posted by Anna View PostBlimey frenchie. That could have come straight out of Dickens or Hardy .... But did she eventually get up and walk?
What I did hear was that, after both her parents died, she lived a normal life - probably moving out of the shed into the main house.
Doctors, hospitals, antibiotics - avoid if you can ... (hello, Flay! )It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostDoctors, hospitals, antibiotics - avoid if you can ... (hello, Flay! )
I was rather glad I could show off my knowledge of King James Acts 3-6
But, your poor little urchin face, with a pudding basin haircut, and probably the toes cut out of your sandals, giving a bee orchid to teacher and being gently scolded with loving gestures .... Am I being over-sensitive and thinking this is from an episode from Larkrise to Candleford?
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Originally posted by Anna View PostI think Flay agrees, he accepts hospitals are too hot and stuffy.
I was rather glad I could show off my knowledge of King James Acts 3-6
But, your poor little urchin face, with a pudding basin haircut, and probably the toes cut out of your sandals, giving a bee orchid to teacher and being gently scolded with loving gestures .... Am I being over-sensitive and thinking this is from an episode from Larkrise to Candleford?
Maybe village life is still different, but the way people keep running to the doctor these days is bizarre. Or is it a more 'caring'/concerned society?
[Quite right: I omitted the exhortation to rise up and walk, but hadn't forgotten it]It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View Postthe way people keep running to the doctor these days is bizarre. Or is it a more 'caring'/concerned society?Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Anna
Originally posted by french frank View PostI[Quite right: I omitted the exhortation to rise up and walk, but hadn't forgotten it]
In other words, you are suffering and feel poorly - put up with it and you will recover.
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Post... clearly unaware of the limerick :
There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who rode on a train out to Ealing:
The sign on the door
Read 'Don't spit on the floor'
So he carefully spat on the ceiling."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Anna
Originally posted by Caliban View PostI had to forgo a trip to the country today in favour of waiting for the AA and then a trip to the pastoral oasis that is Shepherd's Bush a.k.a. vindetable's manoir. Had I read that limerick before leaving, I should have shouted many a Bravo out of the car window in the hope that you would hear it on your Sunday afternoon constitutional.
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Originally posted by Anna View PostOh, never mind all that arty-farty faffing about, what did you have for lunch?"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Frances_iom View Postthe 'No spitting' was prominent on the upper deck on all buses in North West during the 1950's and at least early 60s - the major health risk however was probably asphyxiation from Woodbine smokeI keep hitting the Escape key, but I'm still here!
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Originally posted by MrGongGong View PostWell if you no longer have any use for that case of fine wine then send it over
(or was it the other "AA" ??? )
A single bottle of CH. Champarel (see 'wine' thread) emerged unscathed and is safely back in the kitchen"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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