Debbie’s Six Word Saturday

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Tripping the world, slowly
Travel to Live, Live to Travel
Photos. News. Projects. Books. Guides. Equipment
Sensual poetry for lovers to share
To See a World in a Grain of Sand...
Roaming, at home and abroad
the world as seen by different artists
...out of a digital shoebox
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Aspergers syndrome, bipolarity, photography, art, poetry.
The soul can fly everywhere but alas the limitations of the body..
Poetic storyteller with a mic and a camera.
ich zeige euch meine stadt wie ich sie sehe
A photographer's view of the world - words and images to inspire your travels and your dreams
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Creating & Capturing Life's Precious Moments
The world is best viewed through the ears of a horse.
Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
Where was this?
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Somewhere in London
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Lost in London? They’re probably no longer there as red phone boxes seem to have disappeared
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Not lost. I do a lot of vague wandering in back streets and suddenly popping up somewhere I know. Perhaps these were near Carnaby St
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In that case they might still be there
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Fancy indeed. An endangered species now.
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Maybe, that’s why they were ganging up for protection 😂
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Claustrophobic!
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Chatting in a phonebox was fun 🙂
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I hated the old yellow boxes in Germany. They had a very peculiar, distinctive smell. — When I lived in Munich for a year, a friend of mine who lived on the outskirts of the city had such a phone box in front of his house. In the next village lived one of the really famous German soccer stars. His Porsche used to stand close by, often for an hour while he was in the phone box. Obviously making some very private calls. We were always arguing if we should approach him for an autograph but decided to be grown-up about it and leave him his privacy.
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Some of the phoneboxes here smelt as well.
I bet his partner never knew of his phonebox chats either
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Quite right. However, I just checked up on him and he just celebrated his 52nd wedding anniversary. No scandals ever. So we probably did him an injustice then. 💗
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and you could have gotten an autograph 😁
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😀 I’ll have my memories …
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I never liked it to be closed in😔🙄
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I love the red phone boxes and I still see plenty around even if they are no longer used as phone boxes. Some are used book libraries, bring one, take one and usually in villages such as ours. Others are homes for defibrillators. Some are still functioning as telephone boxes.
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I love them as well. Part of my childhood to ring home if needed.
We had one in town outside of the courthouse until it kept getting vandalised beyond repair. The only ones left are modern ones and now they are free to use but I suspect there are limitations to use
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Apparently, the red ones here will be disconnected if a certain quota of calls each year isn’t reached.
I heard of one village where the residents regularly make calls just so they can keep the iconic box. I love that idea.
I remember when we didn’t have a home phone and we had to walk to the nearest phone box.
I nattered and begged for a home phone until we finally got one. Mum said they’d got fed up of my nagging. Looking back though, I think it might have been because my aunt, mum’s sister had just had one installed! 🙂
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Lovely story Sue. Yes I am glad the residents worked out the usage bit 🙂
My Dad worked for the Postmaster Generals Dept. In those days they looked after phones as well as mail. We were lucky I guess because the heavy old bakelite phone was always there. We were part of a trial for dialing long distance STD and Dad and Mum kept a record of the phone calls in and out 🙂
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Wow – you’re part of documented history! 🙂
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I guess so 🙂
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A lot of memories in those old phone boxes I suspect.
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