Yes! I am a Lancashire lass born and bred in Staining, a village on the outskirts of Poulton-le-Fylde near Blackpool. You will know that, over history, Yorkshiremen have crossed the county border and 'stolen' maidens from the Red Rose county in order to strengthen the 'Yorkie' bloodlines. I was taken 43 years ago, first transported to London for 18 months and then brought to Guiseley to breed. I was not allowed to leave the county during late pregnancy perchance the issue be male and could thus qualify to play cricket for Yorkshire. As things turned out I had a daughter! I love living in Yorkshire but, occasionally, being 'sand grown' I visit the North West to re-engage with my 'tribe'. I have, during my exile, learned new skills and vocabulary e.g. the meaning of “nobbut wind and watter'', “framing thysel”, ''baggin”, “spice”, “Bowlingtide”, how to make Curd tarts, to eat cheese with Christmas cake etc. Unfortunately I have never mastered Yorkshire puddings (it is not in my DNA) so, if necessary, I patronise Aunty Bessie. My interests are the theatre, tap dancing, writing, reading, passive gardening and anything trivial which may catch my fancy. My husband, Graham, is retired from a lifetime spent in Men's clothing, if you know what I mean? No, he doesn't raid my wardrobe now! I retired from teaching in 2005 but supply taught until 2012 when, unfortunately I had a head haemorrage which ended my days at 'the chalkface' for good. I was lucky and I don't seem to have any adverse effects i.e. I am no worse or better than ever I was! I thank LGI for their high tech repair job, particularly as the surgeon only looked 18 to me, what a clever boy!
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