This memory was triggered when we came home from Bowling out at Star City on Thursday (18th) with TaraKate and Alex. I was showing her where I grew up, just a few comments as we drove along.
We lived a couple of houses down from the bend in Lyndon road and on the other side was a railway siding. The trucks were sometimes parked up overnight and could hold anything including cows. It was nothing to wake in the night and hear cows mooing!!! Anyhow, my mother always told me to come straight home from school 'cos if I didn't she would call the fire brigade to fetch me - why the fire brigade I have no idea. Well, the inevitable happened, I got caught up in what was happening after school and left there rather later than usual. I ran all the way down from school, crossed the main road and turned into our road only to find ......... fire engines galore at the bottom of the road, right on the bend where I lived!!! Oh!my goodness!! she'd called the fire brigade!! I rushed into the house and there was my mother in the kitchen and I started to cry saying "I'm sorry! I forgot the time! I'm so sorry!" I was upset and my mother (who had been busy and was oblivious to the time) cuddled me up, pacified me and then tried to get out of me why I was so upset. I explained that I was late and the fire brigade was outside! She laughed and laughed - apparently there was a fire in one of the trucks parked up and THAT was why the fire brigade was there!!
Funny now but at the time it taught me a lesson, I was never late home again, she would never get the chance to call them out again - whether or not she did this time.
