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Howard Street
"As a child, living in Howard
Street, a treat that my parents
disapproved of, but over which they had no control, was when the
nightshift workmen would repair the tram lines that ran alongside
our flat.
My bedroom would be lit up by blue flashing lights as the
workmen cut out and arc welded in new sections of rail, particularly
at the points where the wear was the
greatest.
Even although it was a freezing cold winter's night, I would
sit with my nose glued to the window, keeping a small hole clear of
frost so that I could observe the spectacle.
My Mother used to suspect that this was what I might be up to,
and would often catch me at it, saying
that I would "catch my death of cold"
if I didn't get back under the bedclothes.
Such innocent transgressions!"
Allan Dodds, Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, England: January 29,
2012
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