One of our neighbours was 70 recently and another neighbour had everyone round for a mild afternoon celebration. It was nice in a low key way. The 70 year old was born on our road and had all kinds of stories. He remembered when only five families on the road had cars. One of them was the family who lived in our house. The father would take the battery out of the car and bring it in to the house every night to make sure that it didn’t get too cold. The 70 year old remembers that one morning he heard the man who lived in my house offer a girl from another house a lift to school with his own daughter. “No thanks Mr. R,” she said, “I’m in a hurry.”