h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Met The Actor in Pz. Now his part in the soap has finished he is at a loose end so has come down from London 'resting' he does not look at all well. We have arranged to meet on Wednesday I shall find out what is amiss then.
Bought more plants and a new rose arch, two rose arches in fact as the one that blew down was one I built about four years ago from branches off one of my trees and I built it big so it will take two to replace it.
We went and did the flowers for The Lost Boy, and The Boss had a few tears , it is better really if she does not go there.
We met The Son in town as well, he was with The Bridegroom, they have bought identical suits for the wedding in Scotland next month. The grandchildren are really looking forward to staying with us for the five days.
We are beginning to get a little nervous.
I was looking at some old photos of my foster parents and the house I lived in as a child. I don't really know why I pulled them out but i certainly enjoyed looking at them once I started.
There was one picture of me, I must have been about eight I should think, baggy shorts socks down round my ankles and a short sleeved shirt. I am holding a bucket and I could not think for a moment why. Then I remembered, at the bottom of every street was a pig bin and it was my job every day to take any peelings and scraps of leftover food and put it in the bin, every one in the street did it and it was taken away by a local farmer. Today it is against regulations to feed scrap food to the pigs. I wonder we didn't all die of swine fever during the war. The bottom and top of the street also had bomb shelters for us to use in case of an air raid. We none of us went in them, well the kids played in them by day and I believe they were put to more salacious uses in the evenings but no one used them to shelter from bombs. Those little black and white pictures brought back a host of wartime memories for me. The war for us kids was more exciting than anything else. We just did not connect the horror of it all to ourselves. Even when the bombs dropped on the next street we were only scared during the raid. As soon as it was daylight we were around the bomb sites trying to find shrapnel. Perhaps I should write more about my war memories for the grandchildren. I think they find it hard to believe I was ever a child.