Saturday, 27 November 2021


Just recently, Scrobs was running out of 'parking money', which consists of a sort of leather wallet, kept in the car for such purposes. It also doubles as a cash payment for when Senora O'Blene demands a punnet of cherries or a bag of apples just as we are passing a road-side farm stall at 50mph!

I then realised when I bought some pound coins at our post office (not the bank, there aren't any around now), that it is ages since I carried coins in my trouser pocket! I nearly always tap with the card, and have forgotten my pin on several occasions (once, when buying a car for goodness sake), and cash in the form of plastic notes is so bent in my wallet, that I can't even straighten it out now!

Years ago, I remember my Uncle Jack, always a generous man, asking me if I would like an ice cream or similar, and delving into an enormous trouser pocket and bringing out a big handfull of change, (he had huge hands), made up of several half-crowns, florins, old pennies, etc., and taking a shilling or a sixpence from the huge collection for me to dash off to the local shop! All that money must have weighed a ton, and no wonder there was always a thriving business in having one's trouser pockets re-lined!

I still have a little tin of early 1970s change, which I found in a writing desk which was left as a legacy for me some years ago, by another lovely Uncle and Aunt. I just can't bear to cash it, (it's worth around £2.50), as the tin also has some receipts for the milkman, and a local W.I. subscription, but I suppose it'll go one day...


Friday, 19 November 2021

Let's hear it for real Sussex people...



My folks moved here in the 1940s
Dad worked here for ages
So did my uncles
I was born there
Lived there for ages
Went to school there
Played rugby, cricket and hockey there
Learned to drink beer there
Spent several weeks in various hospitals there
Met my wife there
Got married there
Had our wedding reception here (above)
Raised our children there
Worked for many years there

And all this without the need to have a fake duke and duchess hanging around!

Saturday, 13 November 2021

Blog list - or 'Required reading'...

Does any esteemed reader here have any issues with editing some of the layouts in Blogger?

I want to put some new names up, since I've been elevated to the peerage of Martin Scriblerus, but the screen just freezes, and reverts to the original!

Blogger 'help' just doesn't, and they've closed the only post I can find!

If it continues, it may have to be a foray into Wordpress, but I don't want to bugger up fourteen years of posts and fabulous comments from so many good friends here!

Sunday, 7 November 2021

Thanks to the KSS Air Ambulance...

Just recently, Scrobs has been very aware of what emergency services do, and as it's the time of year. the Kent, Surrey and Sussex Air Ambulance people are sending out tickets for their Christmas raffle.

The KSS are our preferred - in fact our only charity, and while we don't give a lot of money, we like to support them whenever they have some sort of promotion, so we usually dip in, as we often hear their helicopters around, sometimes landing near us on an open field, which is an exciting experience, except the circumstances aren't very pleasant!

We've just bought some raffle tickets, and popped in another tenner for a small donation, but were amazed that a few days later, we received a card with a handwritten note inside, thanking us!

The card was actually drawn by ten-year-old Louis Parvin, who fractured his skull a few years ago, and it really gladdens my heart to know that just about all their donations are channelled into their fabulous service, and to think that someone there has picked up a pen to thank us, is admirable!

These good people don't pay themselves huge amounts, most of them are volunteers, and the paramedics are NHS, so know their stuff!

Thank you KSS, you've made Scrobs feel so much better!

(Apols for the quality of the pics, the scanner's playing up)!

Wednesday, 27 October 2021



Just want to quieten things down a bit...

The rude - but explicit - post two-down has been changed slightly as every time I wanted to read posts from chums about Senora O'Blene and Nols, I saw anger, and that's not a good place to be at the moment...

So here's a nice picture, and if you turn on your wireless you may hear some pleasant, soothing music...

Friday, 22 October 2021

JRT - R.I.P...


Our dear little dog died late yesterday.

She had been poorly for several days, and we could see that she was thinking about calling it a day, because she went off her food, then didn't want to drink. It was a quiet end, and in fact I was actually on the phone to the vet when my wife called out, so our lovely chum stayed right here with us at her end and is now asleep for good.

Nolly (Nols) was about fifteen. She'd had a rotten start to life, and had been chucked into the Blue Cross in Northiam when about a year old. A family had taken her on for a very short while, but because she chased their cats around all the time, even getting in and out of the catflap - she was very small - they took her back without giving her a chance.

We nearly missed the phone message from Blue Cross in March 2007, but we'd seen her picture, and although we'd both noticed that she needed a home, we hadn't said much to each other as up to then we'd had four cats, but were without pets at the time.

Anyway, we went to see her and that was that - Nols was certainly coming to live with us, and so she did. Her arrival changed our lives. It wasn't a good time in business, the government and banks were trashing the country, and we really did need some help, and by God, she did just that! We walked everywhere, The Pinetum, Cotherstone for a holiday, the village twice daily, Bodiam Castle, you name it!

We've managed the first few hours without her. She'll stay in our garden which she loved, and we'll always remember her as a feisty, noisy, fun-loving, forgiving, loving, little dog who brought us such joy for well over a quarter of our married life.

Sleep well, you gorgeous little girl.

Tuesday, 19 October 2021

It's 'nothing'...


What are we getting from our tax-paid lumpen bunch of losers-

  • Police - fuck all
  • Sensible government for all - fuck all
  • Doctor's appointments - fuck all
  • Local authority management - fuck all
  • County council (again) - fuck all
  • Dustmen - fuck all
  • Police (again) - fuck all
  • Kent County Council - fuck all
  • Government work to stop places flooding - fuck all
  • Immigration (illegal) - fuck all
  • Real assistance for vulnerable people - fuck all
  • Intelligent people who understand climate - fuck all
Add to the list if you need to, I'm weary of the waste of typing the words after each item...

Bloody hell, I forgot the main one!

  • The B bloody B sodding C!

Doh, how could I forget that over-paid lot!

And our good friend, AKH has added two more to the list!

  • Education - fuck all
  • Patriotism - fuck all
Please note a slight change in the picture from the previous one. I found that every time I wanted to read posts from chums about Senora O'Blene and Nols, all I saw was anger, and that's not what I feel now. I'll leave the text as I really do feel that normal citizens are getting a rough deal in many ways.