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Kayser Bonda - a name from the past! A relative worked there in Stevenage or somewhere around there.

The writer of the play 'Not About Heroes' which is about Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen, was brought up and educated in Birmingham. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_MacDonald

It triggered a memory for me too, I think, but it's vague.

I think my memories start a bit later. Love the plants and cascading water - it must have seemed magical.

Sorry, meant to say thanks for the photo!

That looks about right, I think. I wonder what the story is behind its demise.

He plays, among many other parts, the hapless Kevin in 'Motherland.' Wikipedia describes him as from Birmingham, growing up in "the town of Harborne"!

I think that was the clinic where my sister used to take my nephew. I went with them a couple of times, and seem to remember a rocking horse.

I had no idea she was ill. Only a few weeks ago (it seems, but perhaps it was longer) she was on Desert Island Discs.

Good grief!

I saw an interesting lecture on the Jewellery Quarter last week, which will probably turn up on the next monthly pass.

The teachers sound dreadful.

I think it was on a corner, yes, come to think of it.

Used to live quite near there. I think it was close to a house that was at one time a wool shop, and at another time an off-license.

The Food Hall was really something, better than Rackhams, I think.

I happened to see this book available from the National Archives: https://shop.nationalarchives.gov.uk/collections/20th-century-books/products/peaky-blinders-cocktail-book-40-cocktails-selected-by-the-shelby-company-ltd

The hairstyle is a bit Mary Quant. I had a long pale blue flounced cheesecloth skirt from there, which I wore a lot.

I think it was near one of the coffee bars, as well. I still remember a range of shoes they had, flat Mary-Jane style in very soft leather and colours like pale blue...why didn't I buy a pair?

They were ahead of their time with a juice bar. There was what was called a soda fountain (1970s?), where you could get a cup of coffee and, presumably milk shakes and suchlike. It was up the stairs from the entrance opposite the churchyard, I think.

In the 1970s, you were always in danger of being stopped by a girl on a make up counter volunteering to do your face, then sell you products! (Happened to me once, so that's a generalisation).