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Bristol, England, UK
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With my drycleaner pal, who after surviving cancer, found herself made assistant manager at No Frills. She laughs about how her hair came back mostly thicker and redder after the chemo.
Easter always falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the spring equinox. So this is the first time in 122 years it's fallen on my birthday!
Faire les courses pour Pâques, Avec mon copain pressing, qui après avoir survécu à un cancer, s'est retrouvé directeur adjoint chez No Frills. Elle rit de la façon dont ses cheveux sont revenus plus épais et plus rouges après la chimiothérapie.
Pâques tombe toujours le premier dimanche après la première pleine lune suivant l'équinoxe de printemps. C'est donc la première fois en 122 ans que ça tombe le jour de mon anniversaire!
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Tailoring shop on Dalry Road, quick shot on a wet night walking home, liked the light from the inside reflecting on the wet pavements.
Dry cleaner's with very good ratings in Hernals, Vienna's 17th district. In Vienna, the motto is ‘Be more than you seem’.
Croft Radio on the High Street, West Wickham. In the distance to the right can be seen the church of St.Francis of Assasi.
20th August 2017.
Odd place for a photo eh! This is Sandgate Dry Cleaners in the suburb of the same name (Sandgate that is!) of Brisbane. We had a walk around in the blustery sunshine Saturday morning and passed this rather long lived shop, bringing forth its usual swathe of memories. I told you I was pensive this weekend!
When I was a kid in the '60's, my dear Aunty was the manager of this exact shop, then part of the Peerless Dry Cleaners group. It has hardly changed, maybe the computer screen on the counter and perhaps the counter has been refurbished, but otherwise, it looks no different from when my sister and I used to spend hours here, waiting for my Aunty to finish work and take us home to her place. When I think about this now, I wonder where my Mum was...maybe out shopping but not far away I am sure.
My Aunty's home, the family home was not far away in adjacent Brighton. I am much older now then they were back then. Where did all those years go? And how great to be back in their always loving embrace. I guess we all have memories of childhood like this in millions of different ways. Personal and irreplaceable.
Well, that's enough of that, but whenever we occasionally walk past, I can still see my Aunty's smiling face at that counter serving a happy customer. And she never had to ask them to wear a mask!
See the very professional sign on the counter!