Having spent most of the weekend watching mediocre football matches on TV or laptop I took myself out into the dark night. The place I headed to was unobtainable so I wandered around streets I have not known for a while.
How different everything is in the early Sunday evening when dark.
Away from the main roads all is relatively quiet, even those main roads have much less traffic. Lights at windows shine out revealing through open curtains adults wasting their minds on brain blurring TV, kids playing with tablets and policemen asking why I am looking at the buildings. The family is quiet and at rest, the kids safely locked into their rooms, all is quiet.
Had I ventured round here late on Saturday it may not be quite so quiet. Late night revellers, parties here and there, an occasional police car. At least when I delivered in this area that was the norm. The austerity life has changed this somewhat I suspect.
One noticeable thing then was the unfortunates who fell for Thatchers foolhardy idea of selling council houses. These were erected to give folks a decent home, and the Conservatives under Harold MacMillan built three million themselves, she flogged them for a few votes! The problem came when sickness or unemployment arrived and these people, fooled into buying cheap, selling high and moving 'upwards' now found themselves out on the street or in Council 'half way houses.'
In the past few years I suspect many more from here have fallen this way. The happy contented families may be less contented than my quiet walk indicated.
I spent so much time watching football and being unsatisfied I had to start the day watching a game rerun on BT Sport. It also was rubbish! From Airdrie to Rome the games were not good. Still it's better than working. Anyway I must go, Preston play Man U tonight and I have to watch it in case something relevant to the WW2 research comes in.....