In the meantime here's a picture of one of the local alms houses.
Saturday, February 11
Stink
Just back from collecting the son and heir (to sweet fa) from his intended new school, where he has had half a day of tests. He slept well, but is knackered now. I slept appallingly and am worn out too. I took him for tea and cake afterwards. He refused the cake but enjoyed a wild berry frappe. We seem to have moved to America without my realising it. Luckily he speaks the language. As a consequence of our trip to the cafe I stink of cigarettes. If I wanted to smell like an ashtray I would live in one. Personally, I can't wait for the new law banning smoking everywhere. I'm off to stick all these clothes in the w/machine.
In the meantime here's a picture of one of the local alms houses.
In the meantime here's a picture of one of the local alms houses.
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9 comments:
it is a disgusting and foul habit: noone should be allowed to smoke in public, in fact smoking shouldn't be allowed at all as it so bad for everyone and their health and everyone else too (what were you doing taking your son into such a place?), and really what someone in charge should do it stop selling cigarettes in the first place and not let companies make them in the second place
and in the third place, are you an ex-smoker Beep?
(will you kill me if I write, in all honesty, that the WV is lard-tub?)
oh, in the fourth place if anyone has any good tips for giving up (permanently) I'd be really really REALLY pleased to know what they are
cheers
oh, lovely alms houses BTW - how does one get to live in an alms house? I've never really understood
please enlighten me
wv: sht-fr-brns
How are fags legal and mushrooms arent damnit?!
My parents were both 50-a-day smokers.
I sometimes wonder if I was hooked before I started. (not an excuse, just wondering).
How fortunate that blogs don't do smells.
Blast from the past! The St Helen's almshouses, by buggery. I went for an emergency piss just where you're stood halfway through the Scouts' Remembrance Day service in about 1975. I was a cub. I got into trouble for going out during the service. I was desperate though.
Strange co-incidence thing going on. I left Abingdon in 1986 and never really came back .... and I'm bringing my kids on Wednesday to show them where Daddy grew up. Just a few days after I found your comments on my blog. From Abingdon.
How queer.
well that's all very well, but noone has explained what an alms house is
yet
wv: patiently-waiting
Simply housing donated by a rich benfactor for the use of the poor: usually chosen by and adminstered by the local church. As in the case of these ones here.
CWC: I've only recently moved here. I quite like it, but can see that growing up here might not be the most, um, exciting life for a teen. But we've got a Costa Coffee now, so not all is bad (it means the decent coffee bar is less busy, although still smoky).
oh, it is worth being patient, isn't it?
thank you Beep, for the explanation and the laughs. . .
Costa - yuk (I'm a Cafe Nerd, as my lot refer to it, kinda gal) (you'd hate it - very smokey) (but the expresso is very very VERY good)
WV: 100%-arrrrrrrrrrrrrabica
The Costa Coffee used to be a wierd hybrid greengrocer-cum-butcher shop. I can't say it's not an improvement. I wanted to go in, but was outvoted as usual. Can you believe they bulldozed Georgian and Regency buildings to make way for that precinct full of charity shops?
Thanks for the offer of tea, btw, but I couldn't possible inflict my children on you.
I can't believe how many new estates there are. I remember when Peachcroft was just fields, let alone the rest of them.
I know it's bad blog etiquette to link to yourself, but I go on about it here. I enjoyed it, anyway.
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