The lamppost outside of my childhood home in Cranbourne Road holds some fond memories, and also of my Mum finally getting mad, and telling the kids to go down their end of the street, and play.
Often the lamppost was used for wickets in a game of cricket, and accounted for our window being smashed by someone trying to hit a six.
Looking back it was children swinging on the lamppost that upset Mum possibly with the screams of joy or just perhaps just the screaming. Remember this was long before double glazing.
My Husband wanted to buy the same lamppost before they become obsolete, but he was to slow of the mark, it was replaced before he enquired.
The story his version he worked me home first time we actually met, and arranged a date, he went to shake my hand, I went to kiss him.
lol the days of innocence, I plead the 5th on my version even though I’m not American.
Often the lamppost was used for wickets in a game of cricket, and accounted for our window being smashed by someone trying to hit a six.
Looking back it was children swinging on the lamppost that upset Mum possibly with the screams of joy or just perhaps just the screaming. Remember this was long before double glazing.
My Husband wanted to buy the same lamppost before they become obsolete, but he was to slow of the mark, it was replaced before he enquired.
The story his version he worked me home first time we actually met, and arranged a date, he went to shake my hand, I went to kiss him.
lol the days of innocence, I plead the 5th on my version even though I’m not American.