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It amazes me that you can buy a pole with a base to keep you new Toilet rolls on, in the Toilet. How hygenic is this? Placed unwrapped up to half a dozen rolls on the floor close alongside the toilet basin that will receive all your body waste, surely there will at least be some unwelcome items on your shoes that have been picked up in the street, now a few inches from the paper that you are going to use on your bottom. I personally would not keep a single new roll waiting to be used in the toilet. Have you ever spent time in a Hotel, where the next sheet of the toilet roll has been folded back to look like an envellope flap, to me this only shows that the paper has been handled by the cleaner whether wearing gloves or not, so is not sterile.

How many Wheelie bins on order for THE SHARD, and where will they keep them? Suggestion build a Pier on the Thames where a waiting Barge will wait for their bins. Otherwise the bins will be suspended outside on each level for the residents to fill. It might not smell if emptied every two weeks as the wind would take the smell away.

Inconsiderate Drivers do this, I walk with an Metal aid if I have the option of trying to pass a car that is parked on the pavement close to a wall, I can take a risk and it takes time for me to get in the road, the road being very busy, and trundle past, or squeeze through the tight space left for me to get through, I would not intentionally damage a car but if it did get damaged then I would not feel guilty. As I see it the driver has taken a risk the same as if he had parked on a yellow line.

steveo. I have taken this from my Book of Memoirs 2 ? One day the air raid siren sounded. I ran down the garden to light the lamp in the Andersen shelter and returned to the house to carry one of the baby twins to the shelter, my mother bringing the other with her, With planes overhead, Mum said to get under the table as there was no time to get down the garden to the shelter. The table was very large for the ten of us that sat round it for our meals. We could hear the bombs falling, then a tremendous explosion. Everything seemed to go orange , then black, then silent, We couldn't breathe. Black soot and plaster from the ceiling choked us. We tried to get out from under the table. The complete window frame, dresser, and the cast iron kitchen range was keeping us in. We worked our way out from under the table. A hole was where the window had been, glass was sticking in the facing wall, all the crockery was smashed when the dresser fell, the kitchen range was on its front with bricks from the chimney stack above had fallen down inside, in its place in the hearth. We were black with dust and soot. ? I looked down the garden through the opening, The shelter where we would have been, was now covered with clay three times as high. The two large conker trees were leafless, there was now a space beyond the shelter, towards Lancroft Road where there had been eleven houses, now smoked a gaping crater.

This was my Home. Are the paths useable? I am Arlene a Freelance Reporter, who was looking for a news item to offer the South London Press. I was driving very carefully through the lying snow yesterday, along Lordship Lane heading for the Library at the Barry Road junction. I noticed a man lying on the pavement who must have slipped on the compact snow that was now solid ice, I stopped the car and made my way gingerly over to him, he turned out to be quite elderly, and at least twice my weight. I said hello can I help you to your feet? Oh thank you he replied. Between the pair of us we did manage to get him to his feet, he held onto a garden wall for support, he said can you reach my walking frame it has slipped into the road. I bent to retrieve it and slipped and fell on my right arm, the pain appeared to be my forefinger that must be because it protrudes the longer, I was now the casualty, The man said can I look, he examined each finger going to the one that hurt last, any sharp pain as you move it? No! It looks like you have a Sprain, not serious but very painful, you wont want to drive like that will you? Do you want to go to casualty? NO! He said I live just here we can put some ice on it to ease it a bit. That would be kind thank you. He led the way down the side of the house to his front door, he took some time fiddling with his keys as he must be very cold by now. We both entered his hallway, he closed the door, it looked like any other hallway with the doors to rooms going off in the directions that you would expect to see, but he pressed a button in lift selection control, I assumed he lived on an upper floor, but the motion when stopping was that of descending. The door opened to reveal a very long hallway to a modern flat decorated to the latest design and furnished with the items of comfort and labour saving kitchen. He said sit down I?ll get some ice, he brought the ice in a napkin, placed a towel on the table, put your arm there you don't want to get your coat wet, wrapped the napkin with the ice around my hand. Would you like a drink to warm you up? You can have a Whiskey, Tea or Coffee. Can I have a cup of tea please. Do you want an Aspirin? The cold ice was making the pain less, but melted, he bound my finger with a crepe bandage. You have a grand view from the front of the house, is that from a second floor, No it is from the Close Circuit Television camera on the front of the house, that is not a window it?s a monitor. This is my computer room, most of the things are interconnected, I don't use a monitor I use a television with all the things connected I can touch this and see out side front back or even in all the interior rooms look here you are. I can see any T.V station by pushing this, go to any website I have a link with or interchange with any of those other computers or printers, that one is direct from my digital Camera to a printer, or disc. This one is from my mobile phone, there ere lots of Albums there I often delete the unused ones to free up space. I remarked on the view from the kitchen window, the snow that had not been disturbed in the garden except by the birds, he looked at me for a while before answering. ?That view is not out of the window it is deflected by a periscope positioned thirty feet above us?. What do you mean I asked. I said I had a feeling that we had not gone to an upper floor. If you have time I will explain it to you. In the early part of the second world war, a bomb dropped just here the crater exposed the main sewer that serves these houses, it is brick built and a man can walk along it to keep it clean. It came under the Metropolitan Water Board, the Ministry of Defence were looking out to build a secret location to house the local combined Civil Services, they looked at the position of this site, there were two Air Raid Wardens living within a space five houses, there was always lots of comings and goings of other Wardens , Auxiliary Firemen, Police, Rescue Services, calling to arrange matters, so any extra people might not thought to be of any concern. The entrance in lordship Lane was not big enough or far too obvious that something was happening there, to the rear was Landcroft Road, here the row of about eight houses had been damaged beyond repair so were demolished, making a way into the site here the work was done out of sight of the public, the crater was dug out larger to accommodate an underground Control Centre. My father was approached to have air ventilation ducting from the Centre up through the cellar and up the inside of the chimney stack, to disperse the foul air, the other chimney stack some twenty feet away would draw in the clean air. A transfer arrangement was fitted should any resident light a fire along side the intake duct, none of this could be seen from outside. There was a coincidence that I was employed as an apprentice carpenter with the building company that did the building, as far as the public were concerned it was underground Pumping Station, nobody got onto the site after work as in those days all sites had a night watchman. There was after levelling the ground another entrance from Landcroft Road. An Emergency Water Supply Tank was brick build over the place where the houses had been, but the water level was never very much, in case it got bombed and flooded the Centre. The Centre was self sufficient and was never exposed, the Electricity was supplied as if it was a Water Board Premises, the water the same and sewage, so no bills ever requested for payment. It never got planning permission as it was so secret, it is not on the Land Registry files. At the end of the war it got forgotten about or nobody would bring it to the notice of the authorities concerned. The Water Tank got demolished and new just two story post war house built in Landcroft Road and that entrance sealed up. The years have gone by and all those who used it or knew of it have now died, except myself. I sold the house but had to retain the ground to have access still, it is still in perfect condition no damp as the air circulates daily and the heating by electricity is thermostatically activated. So there you have it! Thank you so much for your help, I must be getting on my way. My finger feels so much better now. I am glad I could help you as you had already helped me. Let me show you to the gate. We entered the lift walked down the path to the pavement, Good bye and thanks again. He was gone! I turned to go and down I went again. I got up no pain now, my finger did not hurt at all, that?s strange where is the bandage? Not here but I have not moved from this spot yet. I got into my car I had started my Dictaphone in motion as I am always anticipating getting a story, looked the reading of recorded seconds but it had not recorded I tried rewind but nothing, I had no story, a traffic warden was standing in front of the car about to write a ticket, so I quickly drove off, I stopped at the chemist up the road to buy some tablets for my headache, I said to the assistant I have just been talking to the old white haired man with the Zimmer frame, do you know his name I forgot to ask? Sorry I don't know anybody like that, I thought that I would go back and ask him, but could not pick out what house it was, I tried walking along looking for his Zimmer marks in the snow, but there were none there. I did knock on one house and asked of him but they said they had never seen him. perhaps it was just a dream, so I drove around the back into Landcrort Road to return home to my surprise there was in fact a row of post war houses as described. But nothing to substantiate what I had been told.

Just heard that some Councils are returning to Weekly collections. The large Wheelie bins have to be loaded at the back hoist, the smaller containers have to be tipped into the side hoist, this means that which ever internal part of the truck gets filled first, even if the main one is only half full the collection must stop here to go to the Tip. I have no problem with my bins I put them out of sight in the garage I do find it very awkward pulling the bins to the road.

If they come into the house they can use my toilet.

I suggest that a picture of the place that the bin will be kept is taken so when the bin is replaced there the enlarged picture can be glued to it, and Hey Presto the bin vanishes.

Wheelie Bins. There is nothing worse than markings on the bin to connect it as being YOURS that is done roughly. Looking along the road those who have painted a rough number on them and they dont have to be so big and are MARKED IN THE WRONG PLACE. The Dustman handling your bin can ony see the back of the bin that is the hinged side under the handle, reading this he can put the bin back at the right house. I dont have a number so I had the name on my stickers. I have no finantial interest in the company making these but to have nice small stickers can make a far more neat vision of your road. There are many who will make your stickers you can even have flowers or bushes on your bin. You could even have a EDF sticker. My two stickes cost only ?3.50. Post free. http://bin-stickers.com/item.php?item=BN02&adAgent=GAW_Direct_BN02

Monkey. Are you drinking your milk before going to bed? Covering your eyes with the shade, putting your ear plugs in? If not you would have a broken nights sleep. You could sleep in the house it does tend to get noisey trying to sleep in a tent in the front garden.

Find the reason for the damp, could be damp course not working, penetration through wall due to leaking pipes or gutter, no ventelation to cupboard when damp clothing are put there. I had a funy expereriance when asked why a cupboard was alway damp in a bedroom, soon found the reason ........ the Chamber pot inside was still full. :))

Put a notice up No Fouling in the WEE WEE hours of the night.

Thanks New Mother. Followed you on being young for childbirth, my father was forty seven when I was born, the twins when born he was fifty four. Our combined lifespan is from 1884 to date some 127 years. He would be 127 years old if still alive.

The Glue we used came in a solid slab that had hardend made cooked from animal bones the slabs were broken with the hammer to peices these put in the Glue pot that had water in it then an inner pot that the glue lumps were put. We only had wood cuttings or cut offs to make a fire to put the pot on it had to be stired all the time and there was always a skin that had to be moved to one side to get hot glue onto the brush, all the window framed and staircases we repaired were glued this way, we did this out in the open bombsite the smell was terrible. Never forget my first days working in Friern Road and Etherow Street, where hundreds of homes were destroyed.

This picture was taken after the end of the War V.E Day ( Victory in Europe ) not confuse the other War still raging at the same time, that ended later called V.J. Day (Victory in Japan ) The Street Party was arranged by the mothers, for the younger children, of Lordship Lane from about the Plough to Heber Road. It was held in Milo Road as trams still ran in Lordship Lane on double tracks taking up most of the road. All the women helped even if they had no children of their own, they used their rations saved over the years of sugar and dried currents and raisins and dried fruit to make cakes, jellies. Fresh fruit was also in short supply but it was there on the linen sheet table cloths that were on the tables. Big Cakes, a foot square iced with ?We Won? written on them. It was mostly the women who served on the children who had never seen such a spread in their lives, a few Soldiers ( Dads ) are in the picture but mostly still away in the Forces. The children made the Bunting and Paper Chains that hung on the fences at Beauval Road end. There were games and singing Centre of picture is my younger sister and brother, makes one think that those children are now 73. The tables and forms were borrowed from the Church on the corner of Goodrich Road. Music was played on a wind up Gramophone, and there was dancing until it got dark, as there was no street lighting the party had to finish , taking all the things back to the Church. I was not there as I had reached fourteen and left school and no longer classed as a child, I was working on bombed houses.

There is the problem of having " Our builder is putting down reclaimed wooden floor " Firstly that it has the paired nails still visible if snapped from behind, or the holes to be filled. These nails were Floor nails that had a single clasp on one side the nails shown in the picture were used a later date. During the War I was a Carpenter reusing reclaimed flooring from bombed houses, some of these were fixed by using the shown nails because of the shortage of nails. If you had spoken to your builder beforehand he would has used a Lost Nead nail that when punched in the wood closes over the top. In my days we used to mix the sawdust with glue and fill the holes, when dry sandpaper over.

The bookdop is The Crow on the Hill. But I dont think they have any way of tracing a request. Here is the link. http://www.booksellercrow.co.uk/

Freddy. I think that you might find help on this website. http://www.virtualnorwood.com/forum/index.php You will have to join. Shorty

Freddy. Sorry our Messages have overlapped I got called away. I have solved your Request. You are looking in the wrong area. You should enquire near Crystal Palace Railway Station that is in SE 19. Across Anerley Hill facing is Palace Road. All your roads are there: Palace Square. Pleydell Road. Sorry I could not help more. Shorty.

Sue. You may remember that Palace Road from your school to Streatham Hill was an unmade road, in the fifties I was working as a driver for Francis and Son a High Class Grocer nearly facing Tulse Hill Station, I delivered to most of the houses in the area, thinking back I had to mark their Ration Books as things were still Rationed. Kid. I used the Crystal Palace Pub, the Clapp sisters would have been far older than myself, although I saw many people I dont recall the name. Freddy. Can you give your family name and the address or approximatly where they lived. I seem to remember a local Photograther " Jerome " who had a Golden statue in the shop window of a woman's bust upper half with six arms.

Hi Freddy Palace Road is in Tulse Hill, Could it be that you ment Crystal Palace Road? I did know several families who lived there at that time. You will have to give more information. I havs a picture of a Lordship Lane V.E Party held in Milo Road.

To find who shares your drains, look to gravity the person must be higher than your premises for the efluent to run down your shared pipes, useually houses are built in pairs both using the same pipes. if you are in a block of Flats then upper levels share. The best way to find out is to look down the inspection hole and see the direction of the flow. Do you know that shared drains have to be paid for unblocking by all who use them, so you can ask the others to contribute.(6)

It was me, a car had parked on my foot.

Guessing, It might be Dawson's Hill, it places the Church of St Peter at the right angle, the Riflemen are firing into the Ranges slightly to the left, the pole on the hilltop ( highest point ) will be have been used for Semaphore Signelling ( Messages sent with Flags ) Nearby would be the Fire Beacon. The Maquee is of the First Surrey Rifles. It does appere that the Church was built long before the houses were built and occupied by a future congregation.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; ... - Life isn't always fair; - And maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies, don't spend more than you can earn and adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers - I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing.