And Offers Coming over the Phone....

ABC of Troon 

C is for another bit of Church Street

This building was the original Post Office; it's long gone, and now houses "C Gulls" Child Friendly Coffee Shop.   I have a horrific confession to make, I have never, ever been in for a coffee.  

To the right hand side is the space where 3 phone boxes sat.  It was in one of these three phone boxes my sister's mate talked my sister into using our house key to "fix" a phone call; which resulted in the key being swallowed by the machine, and us, having to go in shame faced, and mortally afraid (well I was anyways), and apologise to the Post Master and beg for the key back. 

He must have been pissing himself laughing at us.  I must have been 9 or 10, my sister 12 or 13. 

Me and my mate used to play in the phone boxes too - she would take up residence in one of the boxes, and I at the opposite end; we always left the middle box empty, and would chat away happily to each other, loudly and over the top of the person in the middle box. 

Now, where the phone boxes stood, is an entrance into the sorting office which still operates behind C Gulls.   the wee sorting office door where you go to collect your parcels when they didn't get delivered. 

There's a chap sometimes works in there that  ran with the crowd I ran with when I was younger;  I told my dad a story about something that had gone on one night, and my  dad told his dad, and his dad battered 9lb of poop out of him.

It was years before he spoke to me again - I still feel a bit mortified when I go in.  I dread to think what his dad would have done if he had the full story of what went on. 

ooh err, missus.