I was out early this morning as I was on Pussy Duty with my Son's cat, you know the one from the other day that thought I was so tasty she word dig all her teeth into my hand.
After I fed Milly, I decided to go and find a geocache not far away. It was in an estate my family moved into when it was built in the early 50's. Whilst there I passed this phone box so derelict and filthy it brought back memories to me.
At one time in the fifties we didn't have telephones in our houses and this was the phone box we went to. It was actually on the far corner of the green. Today all the windows are smash and the box is full of rubbish.
Perhaps this is where all those dirty phone calls come from, and where you can call to listen to naughty stories - I must stop ringing them (Wink)
I had a thought after feeding my Son's cat. Shall I take it to the chemist with me - well I've always liked "Puss in Boots", That might only be a joke to the English reader.
@onewing They are Babs but all belong to the local council. The one I lived in during the 50's was an Air Ministry Home as my Father was the Senior Technical Office at a local RAF base.
The houses behind this phone box remind me of old RAF married quarters.