Your place to talk about your Bootle memories
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Thank You so much for your Best Wishes. I am not a very good patient and I'm sure the nurses are just as pleased to see the back of me as I am of them.Sorry to any nurses on the forum but just being as honest as I can. While I am very grateful for what they do and think they should get paid better than any of the sportsmen and women, the system is still so old fashioned and miles behind the times. Nothing to eat, or drink, from midnight the night before being admitted. The first Doctor I saw was in the the afternoon at 3.20. About 18 of us men and women sitting in a waiting room in gowns ready at 12 o'clock. The lucky ones were having simple procedures, they might not have been lucky but I will finish this rant and just add thank God for the patience of all the hospital staff , everybody concerned,home never looks nicer than when you turn the corner, after an experience like that. Thanks again all, back to normal now I hope. Hope I haven't bored you with this but promise to be more cheerful in the coming days. Cheers.
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we lived at number 20 biancaElaine Goulding wrote:I grew up in Bianca Street (off Stanley Road). Peter Craig lived two doors away and Barbara Jackson lived in the middle of Bianca until she moved to Skem. I had a wonderful childhood, very little money but lots of love. The big thing during school holidays was most of the boys made homemade steering carts from old pram wheels, a plank of wood down the middle a huge bolt with a piece of rope tied around it which steered the cart!! I remember Peter Craig had one, no brakes, nothing! How I envied the boys those carts. Every summer a lady in the street organised a coach trip for the kids to Pickmere Lakes. This was the highlight of the summer and I could not wait until I was old enough to go. I remember one year Peter Craig and another kid from the street went out on a boat and Peter fell in the lake. He ended up spending the remainder of the day under a blanket soaking wet. Cricket was the main sport in the street as the lamppost served as the wicket. My grandmother lived in Wadham Road so I had the best of both worlds as I had friends in both streets. Thursday night was pay night for my Dad and we always had fish and chips from the chip shop on the corner of Bianca and Queens Road. Talking about children having more manners then. I remember one day my mum was outside cleaning her windows when one of the neighbours a rather overweight lady was walking up the street and a row of boys were all sitting on a wall on the opposite side of the road, all of a sudden one of the boys shouted after her "Tomato A**e", my mother nearly fell off the window ledge!!! I often think about the kid who shouted that day, his name was John Lyn, he was a real character, in fact if I am not mistaken he may have been in the boat the day Peter fell in the lake!!! Great times, would not change a thing.
we left in 77 westwell