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Trumpet

Well-Known Forumite
Some years back my uncle Alan Clay (used to work at St Georges long ago) lived in Tividale with a wood at the back of the garden. He took to putting a few nuts out for the squirrels, and eventually he could get them to come right up to him for a feed. It goes without saying he named them all 'Cyril.' (To avoid confusion.) :facepalm:

The living room faced out to the back, and Cyril the Squirrel got so cheeky he would actually get onto the window sill and tap the window to get his grub. I was amazed when I first saw it, and Alan got up straight away to go out and feed him. It was clear to see who called the tune in that house. :buddy:
When I lived in Stafford I had a squirrel that would come and take pieces of biscuit from the toe of my shoe. Couldn't quite hand feed him/ her.
 

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
That 1 of the David Hollin houses on the corner of the Stone Road/Co-operative Street has been knocked down.
 

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
I used clean the house/building by the common. Was the reverse of the 1 knocked down. Absoloutely gorgeous inside.
Wasn't that some sort of "St George's Annexe" at one time?
Yeah, known as the Chartley Centre, then became Staffordshire House.
I never knew what to expect when I arrived there of an evening. Most days someone had put a window or two thru, sometimes the doors would be wide open and I was expected to check the place over, all on my own.
I was on the phone to the Police on a 999 call one evening, when someone threw a brick and broke the window, woman on the end of the phone said they didn't have anyone free at the time. It was quite a lonely place to work at.
 

Gramaisc

Forum O. G.
Yeah, known as the Chartley Centre, then became Staffordshire House.
I never knew what to expect when I arrived there of an evening. Most days someone had put a window or two thru, sometimes the doors would be wide open and I was expected to check the place over, all on my own.
I was on the phone to the Police on a 999 call one evening, when someone threw a brick and broke the window, woman on the end of the phone said they didn't have anyone free at the time. It was quite a lonely place to work at.
I took a 'service user' there a few times - it was a fairly spooky place in the daytime.
 

littleme

250,000th poster!
Yeah, known as the Chartley Centre, then became Staffordshire House.
I never knew what to expect when I arrived there of an evening. Most days someone had put a window or two thru, sometimes the doors would be wide open and I was expected to check the place over, all on my own.
I was on the phone to the Police on a 999 call one evening, when someone threw a brick and broke the window, woman on the end of the phone said they didn't have anyone free at the time. It was quite a lonely place to work at.
Sure the carer took me to some 'medium reading' shiz there years ago, I was furious as I don't 'believe'... arsehole.
 
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