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808. Flowering Cherry Lane


Cain and Elliott bought a house together on a little no-exit road. The road was lined with flowering cherries, and was called Flowering Cherry Lane. Cain and Elliott called their new home Blossom Cottage. In Spring the road was a picture.

There were only three houses on the road. It was practically deserted. About two cars a day, from the homes, used the road. The cherry trees growing along the verge of the road, apart from providing beauty, gave Blossom Cottage a great deal of privacy.

But – oh! my goodness! – how dangerous! Someone had written to the newspaper and complained. They had gone for a walk and happened upon Flowering Cherry Lane. There was no foot-path! No pavement! No sidewalk! How dangerous is that? They had to walk along the side of the road.

The serious issue was solved. The Town Council had the cherry trees chopped down. A digger uprooted the unsightly stumps. A footpath was created.

Thank goodness common sense and safety prevailed over… over…

…prevailed over… over…


Flowering Cherry Lane! Such a pretty name for such a dull, no-exit street.

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73. Drive carefully, dear


Drive a bit more carefully, dear. Last year more people were killed on this section of road, than on any other bit of road in the country.

There are so many intersections and blind corners. You’d think they would have done something about it by now. Eleven people died apparently. Most in separate accidents.

WATCH THE CORNER, DEAR! Goodness! That was a bit sharp, wasn’t it?

Peggy was telling me that young Lance has the measles. German measles. It’s something everyone has to go through. That and the mumps. And chicken pox. Not so fast, dear. Look at that mad driver.

So she’s had to take time off work to look after Lance. Peggy, that is.

Do you think we… Look at that mad… IDIOT! STUPID IDIOT! Then there’s whooping cough. That seems to be making a comeback.

Do you think we should stop at the next town and pick up a few beef sausages for dinner? I hate arriving home to an empty