Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Housewifes once took pride in what they carried their shopping home in. Non of this plastic stuff back in the day. It was wicker, string or just the apron that did the job.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
A lovely summary of the old shopping bags and their handlers Solo, all true and well recalled.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Good for you sticking to your guns over that window Jem...too much like Amsterdams Canal Strasse for my liking. A mans got to do what a mans got to do...refusing I mean.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Freedom of movement should be everything to a Human Being, there is a guy called Don, he has one of those shopping trollies with four wheels which he pushes up front. Until about a year ago he looked after his wife who had health issues that made her house bound, and a Daughter with (the term I dislike) learning difficulties, but was determined to maintain their independence. He had an allotment three quarters of a mile away from his house and, everyday he made the journey there taking two hours each way to make the journey, his wife died, and, inevitably he has ended up in a Care Home, but, he is the only resident allowed free passage, to come and go as he chooses, respect to the man I say.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Yes indeed freedom to move all parts of the human body is a gift we seldom appreciate until it’s gone through age, accident, or taken from us as a punishment such as solitary confinement in prison, even confined to prison on it’s own is a big loss of movement, not forgetting that old punishment from the parents “Go to your room now!” I had a touch of gout a few years ago and it was agony to try to walk, lasted nearly a week and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
What a lovely little video Solo, thanks for that, I got a good laugh at the two women caught in the phone box.
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