Barry Riley writes from his shoebox in the middle of the road in Woy Woy: â€œAfter regaling my grandkids with tales of how much tougher it was in my childhood, I told them that one day theyâ€™ll be telling their grandkids the same thing: â€˜We survived the dreaded COVID pandemic of the 2020s. Yeah, it was tough. We had to wear masks.â€™â€
Speaking of tough: â€œIn the late â€™60s, my father killed one of my false eyelashes (C8) by beating it to pieces with his slipper,â€ says Susan Osborne of Miranda. â€œI used to stick them on the side of the hand basin for storage.â€
Garry Thomas of Oatlands presents the latest small world saga (C8) from his time in the employ of the Queens Head at Hammersmith in London. â€œAn Australian walked in looking for a drink, and we went through the usual questions. When he asked where I lived, I said I doubt he knew the suburb, but I told him I lived at Denistone East. He knew where Denistone East was and asked the street. I told him it was Gallard Street, but when he asked the number, he was confused as to where it was. After several attempts, we gave up, and I proceeded to tell him about my dog, a golden retriever. His face lit up, and he inquired: â€˜You own Ben?â€™ How many thousands of kilometres around the world, he didnâ€™t know my house, but he knew my dog? I must admit Ben would sit in the local butcherâ€™s doorway and, being so big, nobody could get in or out until he got his bone. One smart dog. And fairly well known.â€
â€œThe world is even smaller than we think,â€ reckons Peter Riley of Penrith. â€œAccording to the six degrees of separation theory, all Column 8 readers know each other by not more than six links; i.e. you are one link away from everyone you know, two links away from everyone they know, and so on. Kind of explains why COVID has a certain inevitability.â€
Testing patience. Les Reedman of Cooranbong notes that when a couple were asked where they live, they replied: â€œWe live in a carpark in Sydney.â€
â€œThank you, Granny, for reminding me each morning to take my mask with me when leaving home. As one white-haired woman to another, itâ€™s wonderful to have helpful friends,â€ says Patricia Mindt of Wahroonga.
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