Well, I've told you about going to the bushveldt. I was brought up in Glasgow but in the eddge of the suburbs where it was a child's walk to play at the Molindiner and I've always been happier in the country but it was too good to last - in two years we were back to Johannesburg and with our friends from our first posting. We rented a house at first with nice neighbours but unfortunately at the head of a T-junction and woke at night when it sounded as if someone was going to miss the turning and land up in our bedroom. We made friends with the neighbours and, of course, were back at the sailing club. After a few months we started to build our own house, a lovely bungalow at the head of cul-de-sac, where we felt secure. I became involved in one or two clubs and enjoyed the social life but we were in the mining industry so ....
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