Nothing is secret when you equip a 75-year old father with a digital slide scanner.
I still remember the feel of that lovely spade in my hand. And I love that shirt.
I may be helping in the garden here, or just causing trouble. But it could be during my career as a trainee sewerage man - they became my idols when the pipes were put in to replace the nightsoil man and his weekly pan collection. Oh, the excitement. I spent all my days either watching the drainage men, or digging a very large hole, just like they did. And what good training it's turned out to be.
Ironic, really, that I now live in a house without sewerage connected.
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