"clot" wrote in message
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Mary Fisher wrote:

... This house was bought new by my mother's sister
and it will be left to our grandchildren (I'd like to see the ten of
them sort out how to use it!)

Mmm, could be interesting, (your last comment)!

Yes. They range from 2 to 22.

I spent 4 years in Leeds, ('68 to '72 I think). LS2 - there's a clue! I
still have fond memories. I used to sail on the flooded gravel pit at
Pool, spent many a day walking around the reservoirs at Eccup and
adjacent. Also, of course, The Cow and Calf. Still have a friend living
just under that!

Must be uncomfortable ...

Do you recall Whitelocks? Is it still there?

I used to go in my misspent youth but no longer. I think it's still there,
one of the Tourist Attractions. Hardly ever go into town except the Farmer's
Market once a month. We hate shopping and anyway we have everything we need
and don't want anything more than that.

Used to be the only place that sold Scottish & Newcastle No.3. T'was a
wonderful brew that I'd take after having gone to the market on a
Saturday.

Well yes, when I was that age I knew every pub in West Yorkshire. We change
though, don't we!

I still have some work relationships with the City - University, but
rarely visit - the last occasion was about a year ago when attending a
conference at the University accommodation in Woodhouse.

We're in Chapeltown. The first ten years of my life were spent in Woodhouse,
in the Servias. I went to Meanwood Road School then Allerton High. My
earliest memories are of All Soul's Church (Blackman Lane), Woodhouse Moor
playground, library and fairs. The Parkinson Building inspired me with awe
in those days but later, when I had friends who were using the University,
it just seemed full of scruffy youngsters. You might have been one ... :-)

A son lives up the road, another at Kirkstall. Yet another moves house
frequently (RAF), a daughter in France and another with a farm in Wales
complete the litter. I think they've finished spawning - I hope they have -
but great grandchildren might loom :-(

Mary