In the late 60s I was working with my Dad on a little Decorating project he was doing for a Woman we knew who lived in a House just across the road from where we lived.As usual and on this particular morning,my Dad opened the front door and shouted "Hello...it's us!"......she was clearly upstairs as a voice replied "Hello...I've made you a cake!"...my Dad replied "Lovely!"...she then said..."are you going to pop up and get it,or do you want me to bring it down?"....before My Dad could respond she went on to say..."How's Nobby? and it was at this point we both realised she was on the 'phone!.....
Who cares......
Nowadays with almost everyone having a mobile phone we've become used to being able to make contact at will or make or receive a txt after even the shortest journey!but it wasn't always like that...... In 1972 our family went on a two week camping trip in Europe visiting France,Belgium,Luxembourg.Germany and Austria. My Mum and Dad,Brother and Sisters were in the Ford Zodiac towing our Sprite Major Caravan and I followed on my red and chrome BSA C15 250cc motorbike. My motorbike ran ok except for a couple of incidents....a puncture/split tyre as we approached the border of Luxembourg and a massive concrete pipe falling off of the back of a lorry just in front of the bike which luckily bounced over me,as we attempted to scale a hill to go into Switzerland. After the two weeks were up we eventually got back to Ramsgate where we would catch the Hovercraft back to England.When it was our turn to board,probably around midnight,my chain and sprockets were so worn that I only just...
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