Morning.. Thanks for that mental image neti.
We had some rain in the night but not enough to do any good. It looks like autumn here, the long dry spell's made the trees shed some leaves.
That's a lovely article jno, I can relate to it all. 'Trunk calls', lol, I'd forgotten that....and no, you couldn't call anyone if you'd missed the last bus home. Nor did you jump in a taxi, you walked...and walked...and all the while dreading the wrath of she who must be obeyed, haha. The only time you ever got in a taxi was if some relative had taken very ill and you only got to find out 'cos the one & only neighbour with a phone came to tell you there'd been a call. Usually that neighbour was someone like a fireman or their place of work had paid for their phone. We didn't rush off to A&E with every little ailment either. Right at the top of our long street we had a St John's ambulance senior officer & you often saw people with cuts & bruises hobbling off to 'Mr B's' house for help & advice, and he always gave it. Lovely patient man he was, everone knew him. Where are they now?
Eee by gum, I'll shurrup now, I'll be here all day & there's dust to shift.