Because I really should post here more often...

[sally_maria]

I spent the morning in Winchcombe, getting my hair cut, and visiting the Folk and Police Museum, which is small but very interesting. We had a friendly conversation with the volunteer manning the desk (a nice lady called Barbara), and I look forward to going back to read some of the folders of detailed information on various aspects of local history.

Then home, to hear the train whistle from steam railway - I'm sure one day it'll get old but at the moment it's still fun to hear.

Other than that, work has been okay this week, as I actually started serving genuine customers. The concentration required to get it right every time is pretty tiring sometimes, but you really do get a wide cross-section of the human race, all with their own stories to tell.

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[sally_maria]

Well, she did say she used to live in Greet Rd, and talked about making up the folders, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I did wonder, because I know you said your Mum was involved with the museum but I'm afraid I wasn't confident enough to say, oh btw, do you know ladyofastolat?

She asked where we'd moved to and chatted about a gentleman who used to live in a bungalow right at the end of the houses on the Greet Rd, something of a character, who had her secretly helping him build greenhouses, while completely ignoring the concept of Health and Safety. :-)

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

That would be Fred. He promised to make me a sledge in the cold winter of 1981/2, but never did. Which is probably just as well, because it would probably have been unwieldy, rustic and rough and ready. :-)

I talked to my Mum on the phone tonight, and it was indeed her that you spoke to.

[sally_maria]

Yes, that's the chap, I'm afraid I blanked on the name.

She was very helpful and altogether an exemplary museum attendant. :-)