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We've not had a soul!

I don't pop in here often enough (about every other day), each time I think of joining in the conversation it's moved on to something else.
Perhaps this senior is not quite as sassy as she thinks!

We've not had a sole!

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As your comment was at the top of a new page I was totally bemused til I looked at the previous page and laughed, I assume you mean you have not been visited by a 'soul' as opposed to experiencing a dearth of fish? I've often written things which, whilst correctly spelt have not made sense, and of course predictive text has turned some of my messages into complete howlers like the time I was telling my husband I was so tired that I was off for 40 winks, unfortunately what he received said that I was off 'for 40 wanks'.
Some times, fiction is more fun that fact

Ballerina x

I did edit the spelling when I woke up this morning! That will teach me to proof read more carefully!! I was stone cold sober for the original pos-maybe that was the problem!

Ah, sober writing, not to be recommended, especially at this time in the morning

Ballerina x

Happy November old beans!
What a quick year this has been, probably due to all your good company, for which I thank you kindly.
Long may we continue to ramble and laugh, commiserate and applaud, all due to the kindness of sweet Moogie et al.
Happy Month :0)

Happy SSS member reporting in because I've lost all my 5kg holiday gain plus 25grams whatever that is Lol
Sue.

Knew you would, knew you would, knew you would

Ballerina x

oh, and well done x

I am poking my nose in as a sassy soon to be 58 yr old. Thought this might bring back memories for you. I was only a tot back then.

EATING IN THE FIFTIES

Pasta had not been invented.

Curry was a surname.

A takeaway was a mathematical problem.

A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.

Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.

All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the
salt on or not.

A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.

Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.

A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.

Brown bread was something only poor people ate

Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.

Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.

Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle.

Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

Only Heinz made beans.

Fish didn't have fingers in those days.

Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.

None of us had ever heard of yogurt.

Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy
.
Indian restaurants were only found in India .

Cooking outside was called camping.

Seaweed was not a recognized food.

"Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food.

Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being
white gold.

Prunes were medicinal.

Surprisingly muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed.

Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture
of a
real one.

Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it
and charging more than petrol for it they would have become a
laughing stock.

Chris x

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Ah, the good old days! Thank you for that Chris

Ballerina x

You know, you're not wrong ;0)

Pretty much the same here in the States! Except that it seemed that half our town were Italian, so we had pizza and other great Italian food becoming popular in the fifties, although my mother made her spaghetti sauce with Campbells Tomato soup and Heinz tomato paste.

I remember being sent to buy fish fingers and frozen peas in the 50's- no freezer to keep them in though!(in our house anyway)

Freezer never saw one of them until I was 20 odd
Yes the good old days Sue

Also very few people with a weight problem. The women had tiny waists.