SHE
SAID:
Once
Geoff & Steve had left for the cricket I headed into the city on
the bus.
First
stop was the “Back to Back” National Trust museum. This
museum/houses is all that remains of tens of thousands back to back
terrace houses built towards the end of the 1800's across England.
Each house has three floors, with one room on each floor, & one
window per floor too!
One
lot of the houses faced the street (the more expensive ones) the
other faced an inner court yard, which also contained the privy, wash
house & cooking areas.
These
places soon became slums, with a large amount of people crammed into a
small area. Though they were lived in till the 1960's, with slow
improvements from candles, to gas lighting & finally electricity,
none ever had inside toilets, as there wasn't enough room.
After
that tour I headed to the “Bullring” shopping area for lunch &
a walk around the shops, then back to the BnB around 3.30pm.
I think Geoff will be crying in his beer tonight as the Aussies seem to be self destructing today!
I think Geoff will be crying in his beer tonight as the Aussies seem to be self destructing today!
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| Our Birmingham BnB, which actually has 4 rooms let out to people |
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| The corner shop which is still a sweet shop is/was one of the Back to Back houses. With the doors to the right the "front" of the Back to Back terrace |
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| The inner court yard, for the laundry, sewage, cooking & for children to play |
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| The archway is the entrance/exit to the street |
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| More of the Back to Back which in the late 1900's were turned into shops |
HE SAID:
Well, I can not say that the cricket was dull. In two days I have seen lots of wickets fall, and been entertained by the singing England supporters around me in the Hollies Stand. I did not hide the fact that I was an Aussie: standing and clapping and cheering when our players did well, but the beer-soaked wits of the Barmy Army did not deign to point their barbed dulcet tones toward me. There were plenty of other Aussie supporters that drew attention to themselves in silly ways, and these were the targets of chants and songs. It was quite good fun. The cricket could have been better, but it was still fun.
Well, I can not say that the cricket was dull. In two days I have seen lots of wickets fall, and been entertained by the singing England supporters around me in the Hollies Stand. I did not hide the fact that I was an Aussie: standing and clapping and cheering when our players did well, but the beer-soaked wits of the Barmy Army did not deign to point their barbed dulcet tones toward me. There were plenty of other Aussie supporters that drew attention to themselves in silly ways, and these were the targets of chants and songs. It was quite good fun. The cricket could have been better, but it was still fun.






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