General Chat

Hi Pam,I'm here too!
I am a new woman,just had roots done so no more grey for a while.I look so much younger lol.

Hi Helen, yeah I know what you mean, it's lovely when you get them done. My hair is naturally very blonde so now I have my daughter put low lights in mine, slap on a bit of fake tan (Vichy is a good one) not too fake looking and it really makes a difference! If you're a none smoker too it shows in your skin. :0)

Hi Granny, if you want to find the thread quickly, just click on 'my threads' to left of the screen and it should come up.

It's funny, there's women goes to the hair dressers to have theirs dyed white

Looks kinda distinguished when you have a white quiff in black hair on a woman, or white sides like Cruella

Ah David, you'll never understand us women...we are truly unique.

There is nothing like a dame
Nothing you can name
Nothing looks like a dame
Nothing feels like a dame
And theres nothing wrong with any man here
That can't be cured by putting him near
A femine, female, cuddly, dame

Was the white streak in hair called the Mallen Streak?

Evenin all

David ......you dont know exactly what food is good for us these days!

Widows Peak?

Yes think it was Helen, The Mallens, weren't they a Catherine Cookson lot.

So inform me, make me wise, more usefull at least

Eating a varied vegetarian diet of foods you grew yourself seems the "safe" option, but how many of us can do that ?

Evening All.

Good Evening Eveyone

I’m Fine Thankyou

There is nothing the matter with me,
I’m as healthy as I can be,
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn’t be able to walk in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I’m alright.
My memory is fading, my heads in a spin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

The moral is this as my tale I unfold –
That for you and I who are growing old,
It’s better to say ‘I’m fine’ with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in
How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my ‘get up and go’ has got up and went,
But I really don’t mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my ‘get up’ has bin.

‘Old age is golden’ I’ve heard it said,
But, sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up,
Ere sleep overtakes me I say to myself,
‘Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?

’When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black,
I walk to the shops and puff my way back.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper and read the ‘Obits’.
If my name is still missing I know I’m not dead,
So I have a good breakfast- and face what’s ahead.


Author unknown.....

I'm getting confused with all the Grannies on here.lol.

Helen, do what I do...visit confused.com, at least I think I do..lol

age doesn't matter Granny..........unless your a cheese lol

I feel 100 often through the winter.....even though its not here yet....Lord help me when it is !

Hello MO, how are you.?
Long time no talk