Hi I don't have very much info but am trying to locate a guy I met from London who was in Cheltenham for the gold cup races, his name is Glen and he is 50 and has an IT business. About 6ft tall dark hair, decent guy who danced all night with me in a club until 5am and we never exchanged numbers .... Poplar was mentioned but I have no idea if he's from there ... Does this ring any bells with anyone please? Many thanks
As a child. living in Moss Side Manchester, I grew up, playing happily in the garden at the front, (My gran had a big house, with three or four floors) and walking to school was fun, Going to the shop was even better, If went into the Greengrocer. for the veg etc, I was given an apple,, the sweet shop,a lolly pop, for waiting patiently, these were from the owners, How times have changed, We could play for hours everyone was friendly, now you are lucky if you know more than a handful of neighbours, and because the local shops, are few and far between. How I miss those days. Does anyone else have these memories ? Our children / grandchildren might have all the technology but they are missing out on so, much, What do you think?
I am fed up with lending my books out to so called 'book lover's' who never return them. The kind of books I buy you cannot get in the library, so I now have to say a firm NO when people say flippantly say "you must lend me that when you are finished". It does not stop at books. Clothes, shoes, kitchen items, garden items, ( lawn Strimmer, lawnmower)
Do you have principles? Morals? For instance if you were totally against companies offering loans with astronomical APRs would you still take part in a television advert if offered a good payment to do so, or the likes of Foxy bingo trying to get people to spend a fiver to then get them hooked? I often wonder who the actresses/actors are who succumb to this and do they ever really think about what they are promoting, do they even care!!!
Did you have a riotous time, very quiet time or completely alone? I had a nice time, family around me, good food. nice presents ( why does everybody give me soap and creams, should check my showering diary) and a nice book. Chocolates will not be on the shelf very long. I have in the past spent Christmases completely alone. Why so much importance on just one day in the year. Next is New Year, I usually fall asleep before the twelve chimes of midnight, useless at parties. Ho hum! can't wait till next Christmas.
Because of my personal life experiences and insecurities, this time of year is painful, I feel like a lost soul floating above everyone, looking down, searching. Deep down in my gut is total fear and emptiness. Since we moved to the area we live, most days I see ambulances or hear about a death, it is effecting me, I feel terrified all the time of losing my husband as I know without a doubt I could not cope without him. My apologies to those who have lost loved ones, probably thinking I should get myself together but it is just an horrendous, morbid fear of loss, of which I have had too much of, my husband is literally now my heart and soul. Apart from my son, no-one would knock on my door, it is such a horrible feeling I really don't want anymore. I hate the idea that my son, like a lot of men these days is divorced, living alone, surviving. He never wanted a life like this but is just a victim of having a kind heart and being too soft. Not that he portrays this, on the contrary he is amazing in his approach to everything but it is not a life he would have chose. I would have liked to help somewhere over Christmas period, we contacted Crisis earlier in the year (August time) to offer our help and just 3 weeks ago we received an email to say 'thanks but no thanks, we have plenty people now!' I give up! I want to 'be there' for people, help somehow.. I would not send money to charities that advertise to pay for a meal for someone at Christmas time, too much is creamed off by those at the top. So much television, films, adverts all portraying family around tables, people knocking on doors, happy Christmas...roll on January