I thought I was seeing things when my son posted a few photos of a phone box they'd come across on a cycle ride. It took me back to when I was a Brownie and one of our tasks was to make a call from a public phone box... I was scared! I don't know why, because my parents had a phone in the house from at least 1957, but I can remember not wanting to answer it until I was about 13 or 14.

But back to my day, which mostly consisted of working in the Mind shop, arriving at 10am and leaving at 4pm. I stayed longer than usual as I didn't need to water the allotment due to all the rain!