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Post by walterpaisley on Mar 7, 2023 13:45:33 GMT
You'll get some flack for promoting them as the good old days, the millenials don't like that. Give them another 30 years and they'll be talking about the good old days. People have gone on about these "good old days" for as long as there have been people. There are passages in Herodotus where he bangs on about how everything's gone to hell on a skateboard these days, and it was all SO much better back when he was younger.. |
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Post by bancroft on Mar 7, 2023 14:54:49 GMT
I think the Golden Goose was the time when you could leave your doors open without fear of being burgled or worse.
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Post by Handyman on Mar 9, 2023 8:25:43 GMT
I think the Golden Goose was the time when you could leave your doors open without fear of being burgled or worse. Even way back then in my home town up North you could not do that , besides we had nothing worth stealing in the House, no TV , just a Bakelite Radio |
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Post by walterpaisley on Mar 9, 2023 8:42:37 GMT
I think the Golden Goose was the time when you could leave your doors open without fear of being burgled or worse. I still do. Hardly ever lock the back door. In L'Ile St Denis, my door was often open, too. (Leaving my keys behind is a constant. In fact, I'm in Wales until this evening and my keys are still at home..) Good neighbours make all the difference. (20+ years ago, here in Derbyshire, I was coming back from the shops one day and came upon an old chap who was in a bit of distress because he'd locked himself out. A quick shufti around the back revealed an open window that I was able to squeeze through and let him in. About half an hour later, as we're having a coffee, a young community officer turns up saying that a neighbour had reported a burglery.) It's good to live in a place where folk keep an eye on one another. |
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Post by Handyman on Mar 9, 2023 8:52:04 GMT
I think the Golden Goose was the time when you could leave your doors open without fear of being burgled or worse. I still do. Hardly ever lock the back door. In L'Ile St Denis, my door was often open, too. (Leaving my keys behind is a constant. In fact, I'm in Wales until this evening and my keys are still at home..) Good neighbours make all the difference. (20+ years ago, here in Derbyshire, I was coming back from the shops one day and came upon an old chap who was in a bit of distress because he'd locked himself out. A quick shufti around the back revealed an open window that I was able to squeeze through and let him in. About half an hour later, as we're having a coffee, a young community officer turns up saying that a neighbour had reported a burglery.) It's good to live in a place where folk keep an eye on one another. It still happens where I live now, we look after each other |
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