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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.
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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!