The old ‘Western District’ building

This was where the administrators for the Army’s Western District was. One afternoon my husband, who was at that time in the Army, and I were sitting in our garden just relaxing and the phone rang. Someone from Western District wanted to engage him in a long conversation. My husband apologised and said that he was busy and could he ring another time. The voice on the phone said, ‘I don’t think you are, I can see you sitting in your garden’!! Oops.