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Maybe Sainsburys should have trolleys waiting at every bus stop for when people get off? Im sure they can afford to have people travelling all over the city to sort this out 👍🏻

How many supermarkets do you know that let shoppers take their trolleys off down the street to their respective bus stops? It makes no difference that it’s in a shopping centre in my opinion.

It happened on a field NEAR Ecclesfield School. Not in a playground.

Longpigs

I love this, I always feel the need to read it out loud. The Raven BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never—nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Underwear - Pulp 😊

Camped at Holmfirth.

I find that if I lay right on the very edge of the bed, I soon drop off. Sorry.

It was only Hathersage lido. Supposedly heated but you could’ve fooled me 😂

Been outdoor swimming…

https://www.itv.com/news/2019-04-03/homeless-people-should-be-given-card-readers-government-told I can’t find anything confirming it happened tho.

Got my campervan all packed ready for a weekend away and it won’t start 🥲

I assume they use nicotine replacement treatments, like they do for hospital patients. I also assume a lot of prisoners wouldn’t be happy with that, but that’s pretty much the point of prisons, to take away your liberty, freedoms and choices 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Can you smoke in prison Are prisoners allowed to smoke in prison? You can not smoke in prison. Prisons across england have now become a Smoke Free zone and you can not buy tobacco on the canteen inside prison. The Health and Social Care Select Committee saw the final 2 prisons become smoke free on 30th April 2018 making the UK prison system the largest smoke free prison estate in the whole of Western Europe” From… https://prisonguide.co.uk/can-you-smoke-in-prison/#

Nowhere near. Largest in Yorkshire. 12th largest in the UK (according to Wikipedia)

The WHSmith trolley comes onto our ward 3 times a week, we also have a day room with a TV, DVD player, books, magazines and board games.

Yep. Its not an airport….

Visit to Anne Franks House ❤️

Europes highest swing 😳

We flew into Leeds Bradford from Reus 3 weeks ago. My friends son picked us up, we got home to Sheffield just fine. It was 10:30pm so the traffic wasn’t a factor but it was pretty straightforward 👍🏻

The Girl in the Dirty Shirt - Oasis…

So you have a go at Mister M for getting personal, yet here you are pretty much calling me a liar. Hypocrite much? And no, I don’t think myself ‘lucky’ at all that two of my workmates are struggling.

I know two people that have provable long term problems caused by covid. Both still have shortness of breath over a year down the line. One has had X-rays and it’s been found she now has reduced lung capacity. The other has had an operation last week to widen her airway after suffering damage to it. Both work for the NHS, neither have had any time off despite struggling at times.

I think an iron deficiency may well become the least of your worries 😂.

It’s actually not. It contains hardly any at all. A woman would have to drink around 50 pints a day if they were relying on it solely for their recommended iron intake.