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9th Oct 2017golfgt commented on:
Hello from Cornwall!Hy Val, I am not sure what I m doing either. I am divorced long but but have an elderly partner of many years. I fear I have become a full time carer, and like many I see on here have lost touch with reality and socialising. I do drive when I can get the chance on my own, but its usually to take my partner to hairdresser/nail parlour or frequently to garden centres. Life has become very boring and lonely, and whilst I am no "spring chicken" I am reasonably fit and mobile, love sports of most kinds, enjoy using my pc but miss the company of a kind lady to converse with. Men I find are too macho and boring for sensible chats. I wish you well Valeryanne.ViewDate:
11th Oct 2016golfgt commented on:
New joinerHello Sally109, I would be privileged to make your acquaintance and become a friend to you. My mothers name was Sally so we already have something in common. My wife died at an early age, so I know how it feels to lose a partner. We were childhood sweethearts, and she died at 38 years leaving me with two young daughters. I do hope you are you have adjusted to your loss. I would feel privileged to be your friend if you wish. Arthur.ViewDate:
24th Sep 2016golfgt commented on:
EvacueesI remember coming out of an air raid shelter to find our house was blitzed, and living with my grandmother for a short while. Then as the bombing intensified, my mother and myself along with baby sister were evacuated to South Wales (Nanty Glo) but on the way by train we got as far as Bristol when there was an air raid so train was shunted half way into a tunnel, but we got bombed back and front resulting in total darkness and flying glass as the windows shattered from the blast. When emergency lights came on my baby sister (1 yr) was covered in blood from the glass fragments.We then continued by charabanc (bus) to our destination in heavy snow storm. I too remember the ice-cream trucks, the fresh fish sellers on wheel barrows, Royal Mail delivering parcels by horse and cart, searching for shops that might have food left for sale, and trying to read at night by nite lights. Our main treat was also the cinemas,but we couldn't afford to pay to get in so it was any we could to watch the films. Children today do not know the meaning of deprivation as we were always hungry and often very very cold. Hard times, but still remembered.