The FOC thread.

Discharged from the community hospital yesterday. Now a month in a rest home and thence to chez moi when the building work is finished.
Very weird here, half the inmates are loony.
Got some lovely hugs and kisses as I left the hospital.
No idea what the future holds.

Hopefully many many more years of hugs and kisses, get well soon.
 
I loved climbing trees to a dangerous height.

Can't remember the last time a saw a kid doing that.
I could say the same about seeing kids having a kick about in the local park.

A friend is a scout leader and he told me he's noticed a change in the behaviour of kids over time. Years ago, they would organise things for themselves.

Now, they stand around doing nothing until an activity is organised for them.
 
I could say the same about seeing kids having a kick about in the local park.

A friend is a scout leader and he told me he's noticed a change in the behaviour of kids over time. Years ago, they would organise things for themselves.

Now, they stand around doing nothing until an activity is organised for them.
Hmmm yeah that some extent but, I do still see kids with footballs and jumpers for goalposts near me although the majority seem to use organised training on astro pitches at the near by school.
 
You can’t get much further "down south" than Falmouth, Cornwall.

Alright, "down South-West"!
I haven't the energy for a 'South-off' right now, so I'll bow to your geographical one-upmanship :-).

(I always assumed that you were in Manchester, you seem so much like a part of the furniture on here...)
 
I haven't the energy for a 'South-off' right now, so I'll bow to your geographical one-upmanship :-).

(I always assumed that you were in Manchester, you seem so much like a part of the furniture on here...)
I was trying to be a bit of a smart-arse. Apologies.

The South-East is a long way from Falmouth, and it wouldn’t be a surprise, if they used a different term for a go-cart than we did.

I’m actually in Shipley, West Yorkshire, which is to Bradford what Trafford is to Manchester.

I lived in a little village, just outside Falmouth, until I was 37, when I went to Staffordshire University to study German and French.
 
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Hooray! Home at last. Feels very strange, home feeling unfamiliar. Our cat was delighted to see me, tail fluffed up and purring for England.
Brand new room downstairs with bed, basin, shower, toilet. Conversion of third reception room. Mrs KS has done a great job organising the work but failed to include a young blonde in the new facilities.
Drains were problematical but the inspector passed the new configuration yesterday. The builder had not allowed for the extra work but stuck to his original quote…. Well done, sir.
Hopefully I will continue to recover from my injuries, egged on by whisky and co codamol. Body still quite painful but doc says it’s just slow recovery.
Now we just need Arsenal to drop points, which they may well do, VAR permitting.
C’mon City.
 
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