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Post by phil70 on Feb 22, 2021 10:32:48 GMT
Bump Phil
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Post by patty on Feb 22, 2021 10:44:33 GMT
The house next door where we used to live still had what looked to be a form of wattle and daub on the walls..it was an odd house that the old chap had extended himself by building on our garden wall. I used to go in and do his shopping and keep an eye on him and the place inside had holes left where walls didn't fit. He'd plumbed the bathroom so the overflow drained into the front porch..used to fascinate me as there was always something to see. Sat there one day with him as water poured through the ceiling...our conversation revolved around should that be happening?...his response was probably not and off he went to 'have a go' He survived 2 floods and a fire in there and I dragged out ruined carpets. I treasure the memories of time spent with 'ole Bill' at a time when my life had begun its descent into chaos and pain..... Eventually he had a stroke and I found him in front of the fire, collapsed. He survived that and 2 years in a home very close to me which I visited 2/3 times a week. He died the same year my mum did.
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