Today the builders cut all the cables to our office. It was a NIGHTMARE but a very boring technical nightmare to everyone NOT in our office, so instead here is a picture of my street in 1963.
The door above the smallest kid's head is my front door. I wasn't even alive then!
Apart from the lack of cars, and that nice lamp, its pretty much the same. Only its in colour these days.
You weren't even born then and I was sixteen going on seventeen...cue song.....
ReplyDeleteWow..I was born in 1963. Feeling elderly.42 next month! Send presents! Enough about me..ahem...what town is that my dear? RantBoy wants to know..he's from Tisbury (near Salisbury). He's so nosey.
ReplyDeleteTis Clayton Bridge, in Manchester, Mangey. Up north. Him indoors knows Salisbury but not Tisbury itself.
ReplyDeleteMy evil aunt Moira was the mayor of Manchester back in the 70's...hope you weren't under her jurisdiction...
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