My exercise regime is non-existent ATM but I have to lose some weight so have to get into walking - that's my favourite exercise as I love stick beaking at other people's houses and their gardens and come home with wonderful ideas in my head - most of them stay there :^O

We had an outside dunny - saved the paper from the bread.  Used to cut it up into little squares.  Dad put a bicycle light in the dunny as we kids were petrified of a night.  I was always seeing somebody sneaking around the yard and used to scream until Dad "rescued" me from the boogey man!!

Dad had 2 chook pens - not sure why, and a huge vegie garden.

He used to cut the heads off a couple of chooks he fattened up for Christmas.  All Dad's family came to our house as we were the only grandchildren.  One year that stands out is the year Dad and his younger brother cut the head off one chook and put the axe through the water pipe. They both had to do some plumbing repairs before lunch.

As somebody said back further (hate this new format where you can't look back - are eBay listening????) this is a lovely thread with no bickering - a welcome change.

I remember going to the markets Friday nights to get fruit and the vegies Dad didn't grow, and then we would go to the Library.  I'd go straight to the Enid Blyton's books which were always popular and hardly any available to borrow..

I got the "The Mystery of the Burnt Cottage" for coming 1st in 4th Class.  My Mother was so proud of me she went up to the shops and bought me one of those weather stations with the man and the woman - one would come out if it was sunny and the other if it was raining.  Should have kept it - could have sold it on eBay :^O

Best stop here - save my other memories for another day.

Interesting doing a spellcheck, chook and dunny don't exist !!