Between the hours of midday on Tuesday 22 September 2009 and midday on Friday 25 September 2009 in a public house in Market Hill, Woodbridge, offender or offenders have removed a distinctive 3 foot tall decorative wine glass.
Were you in the area at any time? Did you see anyone in possession of the stolen property? Do you know the whereabouts of the stolen property? If you have any information relating to this incident, please call Woodbridge Police on 01473 613500 quoting reference WO/09/1853.
DO NOT USE THIS NUMBER IN AN EMERGENCY OR IN A SITUATION THAT REQUIRES AN IMMEDIATE POLICE RESPONSE WHEN YOU SHOULD RING 999.
Police Direct Team
I came home to find my way blocked by a pile of furniture, tubes of Anusol, divorce papers, my brother in laws knighthood certificate, stump socks, cigarette cards, pebbles, king penguin classics and picnic hampers full of receipts, dining room furniture, My sisters milk expresser.
Three of my sisters had similar piles and I was jealous of the sister who got my stuff and the Freemason apron and case.
Fao Annabel Good afternoon. The wall that springs to mind is the side wall of what used to be “The Shell House”, Cambridge Road ,East Cowes http://ourpasthistory.com/Gallery/album301/Untitled_Scanned_60 The whole house and garden were at one time covered with pictures and models covered in shells, but now is reduced to just the side wall of the house, which is cleary visible from the road. Could this be the one? In the meantime, I will search for other possibilties. Regards Steve
The young Freddy in 1852, when looking for shells on the beach, had his bucket of shells kicked at by another boy. Freddy kicked back, not knowing that the other boy was prince Albert Edward, the son of Queen Victoria.
The queen, having heard of the incident, praised Freddy because of his aplomb to defend his shells and awarded him with some money. The story goes on saying that this incident might be at the origin of mr Attrill’s creative effort.
I recently stayed in my mother’s house while she was away. A small 1970s bungalow with large dark furniture squeezed in like a dollshouse that has the interior scale wrong.
The three part Parisian wardrobe with cherry wood inlay is in my mothers will for me. I thought I could live in it under a tunnel if I am ever homeless.
The shower has handrails and a seat for my stepfather; he lost his leg in a Lancaster in the war.
I couldn’t have sex in the bed. The dreams I had were my mothers dreams being desperate for a wee, finally finding a loo and then realising the walls are see-through and the loo is on a dais on a building site manned by hundreds of construction workers.
I wonder if Alex dreamt of POWs. He didn’t remember.
Hello Angela is Kevin in please?
Hello it’s Annabel sorry
Oh sorry, is it I alwyas thought it was Angela I am sorry. It’s Geoff here from the seniors at the yacht club.
Hi Geoff I think you’ve got the wrong number, sorry.
Oh that’s alright.
Now I’m sure I got the right number, are you sure?
Hold on wait…wait…it’s here we are. Now I told you it’s… oh no I see.
I just tried to record this conversation on my phone. I listened to the recording and it’s just lots of me humming and typing and scratching and the cat licking herself.
I missed the interesting conversation I had with the checkout boy who is training to be a marione and the checkout woman in M&S who is one of a twin-she, Georgette the jolly one, her sister Dreen the misery. I liked her name I told her and she reminded me of Georgette Heyer and the silk substitute.
I missed the conversation with the man in the tractor shop when I went to buy a CCTV camera sign. He told me how his father was murdered in a fake hunting accident. he had been there and had lost a knee cap-that’s why he couldn’t join the Army-that’s why he ended up in Suffolk.
