Tonight's photo: The ever changing Sydney suburb of Chatswood. There are two towers in the centre of the photo - the Zenith Centre. I used to work in the tower on the left. You may notice an archway between the two towers. On a windy day, it was bloody murder to walk up the steps that passed under that archway. I once saw a courier carrying a large, flat cardboard package, literally pinned against the wall by the force of the wind.I don't know how many people from Cardiff, Wales read my blog (probably none after some of the remarks I have made about my old home town!) below is a photo of Tygwyn Road. This is the street where I used to live. In fact, it was the last place I lived in Britain. It was from that road, that I left the UK and headed to Sydney. However, I am bloody sure I would remembered the structure that figures so prominently in the photo.
If you are from Cardiff, I have a question. What the hell is it!
To me it looks like some sort of giant cattle feeder, but the only cow I remember in Tygwyn Road lived next door to me.
She was a funny woman.
Each house had a fairly extensive lawn at the back with hedges dividing adjoining gardens. When Mrs Starchy-Knickers moved in, the first thing she and her husband Mr Mouse did, was dig up the lawn and cover it with concrete.
One day, just out of curiosity, I asked why she had decided to change a beautiful lawn into a whopping big mass of concrete,(it was obviously her decision - hubby just followed orders). Both far too busy to maintain a lawn, she explained. Fair enough, but as she had two young boys aged about 8 and 9, I thought it was a bit of a shame.I needn't have worried. Before long, the boys took to making a gap in the dividing hedge, and coming into our garden and kicking a ball around. For the first three days we chose to ignore it, then on the fourth occasion I thought, "Sod this for a game of tin soldiers," and went and chased them off. Then I went to have a word with Mrs Starchy-Knickers.
She explained things as easily as she had explained her decision to concrete the lawn.
"They are children - they need to play somewhere."
I thought my response was fairly eloquent and reasoned. However, as there may be under 18s reading this, I will not elaborate any further.
Wherever you may be - be safe!
