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Jules said:
Sure wish we had Boot Sales here, though not as busy as that one. Our strata doesn’t permit Garage sales, which I can understand. I’m not fond of dealing with people online and it’s definitely not worth it for items that have low prices. There are some things I just don’t want to give away.
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Some boot sales are much smaller than that in the picture,,..depends where they're being held. If on the village green or farmer Giles' 4th field.. then they'd be around 30 or 40 cars.. some even less. They're almost always held at weekends.. usually a Sunday morning . I have a lot of clothing to sell and several other pieces, and I did think I might set up a stall at a car boot sale simply because I don't like people coming to the house, so I wouldn't want to sell on marketplace or Nextdoor ..

Ebay is a horrible place to sell clothing, with people wearing the item once then demanding a refund due to some trumped up charge.. so I thought Car boot might be better.. but not sure yet, I don't know whether they've got back up and running properly since the lockdown.. and really it's very difficult for me to rise at 6am on a Sunday morning..:ROFLMAO:
 

StarSong said:
WOW! That's a monster of a sale! It looks like a lot of this is overflow from people's homes - they're selling their own possessions rather than things they've bought (sometimes new, sometimes used) for resale. Is that correct?
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well they've all bought the items at some point.. and now they're no longer wanted they sell them at the boot sale.. quickest way to get rid of clothing, old toys, books, bric-a-brac, bikes, furniture ... and collectables of all types..
 
Today I had to have a blood test. Until recently if the Doctor required us to get a blood test the requirement was just to collect the form from the Doctors' surgery, and go to the nearest hospital and have it done...
Now, since the pandemic, and doctors barely seeing any patients face to face.. we have to make an appointment directly with the hospital, and in my case that meant waiting over a week to have it done.. and it will take 2 weeks for the results to appear in my records.. despite my surgery being almost next door to the clinic where I had the test done today..

All this was done in a nearby town.. not my own town today..so I had a little wander around the high street stores there, and found a new Vintage Store..that's a store selling vintage clothing rather than an aged store..

I was stunned .. as I stepped in there was a dress right in front of me which was the identical dress that I wore when I was a young teen.. same colour same design everything.. but 50 years later. These clothes are all new, so I was astonished , and wondered where they're getting their stock...

The dress is pink with a shirred bodice and big puff sleeves.. and the reason I remember the dress so well was because I wore it to a party one night, and my father locked me out of the house for being late home, and I sat on the doorstep all night, with no coat on, wearing this thin dress and nearly froze to death, couldn't go to work the next day I was so poorly...... I was just 16 years old.. 2 days later I left home without telling anyone I was going, and landed in another city.. where another adventure began...

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hollydolly said:
Today I had to have a blood test. Until recently if the Doctor required us to get a blood test the requirement was just to collect the form from the Doctors' surgery, and go to the nearest hospital and have it done...
Now, since the pandemic, and doctors barely seeing any patients face to face.. we have to make an appointment directly with the hospital, and in my case that meant waiting over a week to have it done.. and it willtake 2 weeks for the resutl to appear in my records.. despite my surgery being almost next door to the clinic where I had the test done today..

All this was done in a nearby town.. not my own town today..so I had a little wander around the high street stores there, and found a new Vintage Store..that's a store selling vintage clothing rather than an aged store..

I was stunned .. as I stepped in there was a dress right in front of me which was the identical dress that I wore when I was a young teen.. same colour same design everything.. but 50 years later. These clothes are all new, so I was astonished , and wondered where they're getting their stock...

The dress is pink with a shirred bodice and big puff sleeves.. and the reason I remember the dress so well was because I wore it to a party one night, and my father locked me out of the house for being late home, and I sat on the doorstep all night, with no coat on, wearing this thin dress and nearly froze to death, couldn't go to work the next day, I was so poorly...... I was just 16 years old.. 2 days later I left home.. without telling anyone I was going.. and landed in another city.. where another adventure began...

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Care to tell more? Leaving home at 16, moving to another city and starting a new adventure is quite brave!
 
hollydolly said:
The dress is pink with a shirred bodice and big puff sleeves.. and the reason I remember the dress so well was because I wore it to a party one night, and my father locked me out of the house for being late home, and I sat on the doorstep all night, with no coat on, wearing this thin dress and nearly froze to death, couldn't go to work the next day, I was so poorly...... I was just 16 years old.. 2 days later I left home.. without telling anyone I was going.. and landed in another city.. where another adventure began...
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Wow, talk about an item that stirred so many vivid memories.
 
Leann said:
Care to tell more? Leaving home at 16, moving to another city and starting a new adventure is quite brave!
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I've told it before on here Leann tbh..

I had a desperately dysfunctional childhood with a consistently violent father.. and occasionally violent mother . I was made to leave school at 15 to go out and earn money from full time work. All my wages had to be handed over to my father at the end of the week, I got nothing back.. except bus fares to get to work.

He beat me most days.. just a year before when I was 15 he broke my coccyx when he kicked me repeatedly until eventually my mother got him to stop when I couldn't stand up at his demand..

I had little to no money, except that week's wages when I got on the train headed for Dundee Scotland, and my friend came along too. She was having her own problems at home...long story short, we ended up at the Salvation Army hostel for women, who gave us shelter , but we had to earn our keep..so we went Potato picking.. this was something we'd never done, and it involved being picked up early morning and shoved in the back of a van by '' gypsies/tinkers/travellers'' call them what you will, from outside the Hostel.. taken 30 miles to the countryside of Angus , and set to work potato picking by hand..

I'd never picked potatoes in my life, didn't know what it involved, and soon after I started this backbreaking job.. my injury from the beating the previous year instantly started to pain me, and I couldn't do it any more , at 15 I didn't even have the nous to realise that I would be bending and lifting heavy weights.. so I stopped, and said I couldn't do any more.. due to the pain.. and one of the group leaders, a heavy set female about 10 years older than me, decided that I was going to be doing it, and to ensure I did, I got a hiding from her as she knelt on my chest punching me hard in the face, telling me to get back to work ..!!

Well I couldn't fight back, I was a half starved 16 year old with a painful back, and she was a member of the 'tribe' of tinkers.. and anyway I needed them to get me back to the hostel at the end of the day.. but I still didn't pick the potatoes.. and when we were dropped off out the back of that truck , that was the last I was ever going to look at a spud field.., I was not waiting for that pick up the next day...

That was just the start of many events in my young life, which was to teach me things 16 years olds should never know..
 
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hollydolly said:
I've told it before on here Leann tbh..

I had a desperately dysfunctional childhood with a consistently violent father.. and occasionally violent mother . I was made to leave school at 15 to go out and earn money from full time work. All my wages had to be handed over to my father at the end of the week, I got nothing back.. except bus fares to get to work.

He beat me most days.. just a year before when I was 15 he broke my coccyx when he kicked me repeatedly until eventually my mother got him to stop when I couldn't stand up at his demand..

I had little to no money, except that week's wages when I got on the train headed for Dundee Scotland, and my friend came along too. She was having her own problems at home...long story short, we ended up at the Salvation Army hostel for women, who gave us shelter , but we had to earn our keep..so we went Potato picking.. this was something we'd never done, and it involved being picked up early morning and shoved in the back of a van by '' gypsies/tinkers/travellers'' call them what you will, from outside the Hostel.. taken 30 miles to the countryside of Angus , and set to work potato picking by hand..

I'd never picked potatoes in my life, didn't know what it involved, and soon after I started this backbreaking job.. my injury from the beating the previous year instantly started to pain me, and I couldn't do it any more , at 15 I didn't even have the nous to realise that I would be bending and lifting heavy weights.. so I stopped, and said I couldn't do any more.. due to the pain.. and one of the group leaders, a heavy set about 10 years older than me, decided that I was going to be doing it, and to ensure I did I got a hiding ...from her as she knelt on my chest punching me hard in the face..!!

Well I couldn't fight back, I was a half starved 16 year old with a painful back, and she was a member of the 'tribe' of tinkers.. and anyway I needed them to get me back to the hostel at the end of the day.. but I still didn't pick the potatoes.. and when we were dropped off out the back of that truck , that was the last I was ever going to look at a spud field.., I was not waiting for that pick up the next day...

That was just the start of many events in my young life, which was to teach me things 16 years olds should never know..
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I am speechless and so sorry. And I apologize for your having to repeat it. It must be so painful. You have risen so far above this. I can't imagine the emotional, psychological, physical, financial and spiritual strength it must have taken. Again, my apologies for my question which caused you to relive such terrible memories.
 
Leann said:
I am speechless and so sorry. And I apologize for your having to repeat it. It must be so painful. You have risen so far above this. I can't imagine the emotional, psychological, physical, financial and spiritual strength it must have taken. Again, my apologies for my question which caused you to relive such terrible memories.
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no problem at all Leann.. 🤗 it was all a very long time ago..I live with it.. .
 
It's gone 1.30pm here now.. I've been in the garden all morning, up on ladder cutting the hedges back and topping them. I bought a new high reach hedge trimmer, but it had to be charged for 3 hours before use, and so while it was charging I got on the ladders and topped the 7 feet hedges. Trouble is they're quite deep so I can't lean over far enough.. or the hedge trimmer can't reach far enough..without me being in danger of falling off the Ladders, which is why I bought the long reach one.

When estranged o/h was still here , we'd watch out for each other on the ladders, we have ladder grips that go under the feet of the ladder for uneven ground, but whenever he was up high on the ladder trimming back the trees or the hedges, I would always hold the ladder just in case it wobbled, I don't have anyone to do that for me now..

Once the high reach trimmer was charged.. I tried it on some trees , and it works fine... only trouble, is my back is sore after all that gardening, and so the high reach is too heavy for me to use today. :p

Just having a rest now, and a cuppa tea.. and I'll go back out. It's gloriously sunny and warm in the garden , just gotta go and clean the bird feeders now, and refill them..
 
Today my plan is to make more yogurt in the Instant Pot. If it doesn't rain I want to take stuff out of the storage locker to the dumpster. Mostly boxes that things I bought online came in. Now their warranty has probably run out I will get rid of them. I need that space for other uses. This afternoon we have Bingo downstairs in our community room. Don't want to miss that.
 
Waited for the phonecall from drs for hubby blood results ….good news …All ok…..

then went to shopping centre to get some bits to tide me over until my grocery delivery Thursday
hubby sits in car and waits listening to his music……

lunch at home,

now hubbys sleeping/

and I’m on the iPad for an hour before I do my ironing ..

such an exciting life i lead ….😳🥺😂
 
right I'm done, the sun has gone in, albeit still warm. Bin collection for the grass, and for the recycle stuff tomorrow, so I'll do that later .

Unbelievable now looking at the white out sky full of clouds, that I took this pic just 3 hours ago,prior to cutting the hedge , and washing the feeders... ...

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Waiting for my medical marijuana gelcaps to be delivered. Bought 5 bottles, paid for 4, so one was free due to 4/20 sale still in effect. Stocking up for that rainy day.

At 2pm have Zoom meeting with my therapist--I know, Big Surprise, but in the clinic I go to in order to get medications (Prozac, etc.) I must see therapist twice a month. She's a very fine person, from Ukraine. She is up there in age, so we are able to understand each other. The two thirty year olds I had during pandemic didn't know our age group or truly understand our problems. They both left to have babies, thank goodness. You gotta kiss a lot of frogs...............
 
Hollydolly, I used to think that I had a rough childhood, but it was a party compared to yours.

Shopping... groan:( Four different stores and even then I couldn't get some things. Most prices have gone up, but there were some good deals in Tesco. Lunch and then ages putting the shopping away.
Nothing exciting for dinner this evening. Probably be a selection of sausages, beans and potatoes.
 
Capt Lightning said:
Hollydolly, I used to think that I had a rough childhood, but it was a party compared to yours.
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Well , I better not tell you the whole story... ;)

Seriously tho'...yes it was a terrible childhood , and I've never fully spoken about it except to my o/h, simply because I don't think many would believe it... unless they've gone through similar.

I don't know if anyone remembers Ina (r.i.p).. her childhood was almost identical to mine, she reached out to me when she saw me write something that triggered her memories.. and it was almost the same.. and she did what many girls do to escape abuse, and that was to run away with an older man, and marry and have children at the very young age of 13 years old..( apparently permitted in the Southern US back in the day)...but of course she was just a child herself... she was looking for love in all the wrong places

If it had been legal to marry at 13 in Scotland I might have found myself in the same position as Ina.. in desperation.. who knows.. I certainly didn't want that for myself.. but in any case it wasn't legal.. ..
 
hollydolly said:
well they've all bought the items at some point.. and now they're no longer wanted they sell them at the boot sale.. quickest way to get rid of clothing, old toys, books, bric-a-brac, bikes, furniture ... and collectables of all types..
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I meant, do they buy things with the intention of resale? A lot of that goes on here.
 
StarSong said:
I meant, did they buy things with the intention of resale? A lot of that goes on here.
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Oh I suppose some people do, in the same way people go to Boot sales to buy cheap items to sell at a profit on Ebay !. There are also some pro sellers, mainly antiques , and collectables .however the majority of items sold at Boot sales tend to belong to the sellers..
 
Georgiagranny said:
@Mizmo I was just thinking about you and wondering how you're doing. Is the phantom pain gone (at least for now)?

My mother was an amputee and said the only thing that helped with phantom pain--the only thing!--was Bufferin buffered aspirin.

I'm glad you posted and glad that you were able to get the batteries in.

Whatsisname, The Father of My Children, paid more than $5,000 for his hearing aids. He still can't hear and has asked the kids to email him because talking on the phone is the next thing to impossible. He says the TTY feature for the phone is less than desirable. $5K for hearing aids that are useless! He doesn't even bother to watch TV anymore because the closed caption feature is so annoying. He gets his news from reading online.
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It'd like reading a book.
I have dvds mail to me so I can stop it when I need to then I understand the idea of the story.
Being a man, it might be too aggravating for him.
Sounds to me that he is turning into the path of grouchy old man syndrome.
5K is a lot of money for hearing.
Why can't hearing be fixed with all this technology.
My type is shrinking. How do I, fix that. ?????
 

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