Aw, thanks Mnemonic! Much appreciated, esp for the quick turnaround too!! Great song, and I'm not normally a fan of the ol' pedal steel...
Regarding the picture; is that the bomb shelter in your back garden that has a wind-up record player in it, and an old battered copy of "Music Has The Right To Children" ?
Bah, you are rubbing the fact that my sweet peas turned out rubbish this year in my face, aren't you?! My grandad used to keep stuff in his Anderson shelter too, though he used his shed for proper old man/gardener things (old tin boxes full of mismatched screws, elastic band balls, blood,fish and bone fertiliser unenticeingly kept in the old fashioned, screw-topped jars you used to get quarters of sherbet pips and fairy cushions measured out of back When Sweets Were Good) and his greenhouse for pots and things. I sometimes go into our shed (contents: cardboard boxes for moving, small pushalong lawn-mower, sieve: Grandad would be embarrassed) and breathe in the smell, I find it so comforting.
I'm relieved to discover that the concept of 'Anderson Shelter' has not soaked into the ground, scene of many [few] conquests, that's where I first had conversations that involved 'I will if you will' etc, at the bottom of John Webster's parent's garden at 337 Crookesmoor Road, Ah, happy days. It was usually half full of rain water.
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Does anyone know what that reddish thing in the picture is?
Aw, thanks Mnemonic! Much appreciated, esp for the quick turnaround too!! Great song, and I'm not normally a fan of the ol' pedal steel...
Regarding the picture; is that the bomb shelter in your back garden that has a wind-up record player in it, and an old battered copy of "Music Has The Right To Children" ?
Yes, it's my Anderson shelter and I keep all my gardening tools in it. (It's on my allotment.)
Bah, you are rubbing the fact that my sweet peas turned out rubbish this year in my face, aren't you?! My grandad used to keep stuff in his Anderson shelter too, though he used his shed for proper old man/gardener things (old tin boxes full of mismatched screws, elastic band balls, blood,fish and bone fertiliser unenticeingly kept in the old fashioned, screw-topped jars you used to get quarters of sherbet pips and fairy cushions measured out of back When Sweets Were Good) and his greenhouse for pots and things. I sometimes go into our shed (contents: cardboard boxes for moving, small pushalong lawn-mower, sieve: Grandad would be embarrassed) and breathe in the smell, I find it so comforting.
I'm relieved to discover that the concept of 'Anderson Shelter' has not soaked into the ground, scene of many [few] conquests, that's where I first had conversations that involved 'I will if you will' etc, at the bottom of John Webster's parent's garden at 337 Crookesmoor Road, Ah, happy days. It was usually half full of rain water.
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