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Aye Donald; I remember the arrival of the sliced loaf.
And I remember thinking that this forum was the greatest thing since sliced bread, especially when you told me simple things such as going with your mate to Toby English's house in Linenhall Street to see Jean. Though I knew Jean almost as well as I knew my sisters, I never once found out if her surname was English, like Toby, Minnie and wee Tommy, or Coulter, like old George in the house opposite.
Nivver mind, says you, who owned the mills, or was related to them.
The small talk lasted quite a while on here, mind you. I lapped it up when the likes of Liz praised my wee verses about the town and the Lagan. Nothing lasts forever.
This morning in Japan Aileen Reid finished sixth in a world class Triathlon. I never met the girl, but am excited because she married my brother's son. None of my English family is interested, but a bit of me remains with my roots.
Fortycoats, Mauri and all. We had a nice couple of days away and the weather was good too. I was surprised at how many guests were staying in the hotel as I thought mid-week might be quieter. Mind you, almost all the guests were "oldies" like ourselves, probably having a few days of relaxation in beautiful surroundings. Our room overlooked the lake and we had a great view of all the bird-life in the surrounding trees. Very civilized. However, we're back home again. I'm a bit of a homebird as, even though it's good to get away, I'm always be glad to get home again.
Dabbler, the latest news about Market Lane/Pipers Hill. Dominic was in town this morning and when he came back he told me that he had a look at the sign. We are both right. At a high level, at the top of the hill, the sign says "The Pipers Hill". At a lower level, the sign states "Market Lane". Take your pick.
John (The Lord), good to hear from you but not so good to hear about your recent diagnosis. However, you appear to be taking this in your stride, and I would expect no less, as you always come across as an optimist in your postings. Having met you confirmed this for me. Nevertheless, the news must have come as a blow. You are blessed to have Oline and your family supporting and caring for you at this time. Keep positive, enjoy the summer, watch the veggies growing, and rejoice in the good family you have around you. Keep in touch and let us know how you are coming on.
I should remember, but do not, the sliced loaf's arrival. I wonder did the thick sliced bread come first - I mean, before the thinner sliced pan. In our house, my mother always bought sliced plain for the family. My father however, stuck to his routine and army habit I suppose, of eating unsliced bread. He used to cut a thick slice for himself and ate it with everything. I must admit it probably tasted a whole lot better than the sliced bread. I remember the crumbs from his thick chunk of bread falling onto the kitchen table. He, too, always referred to his slice as a 'cut of bread'.
