Mark Sainsbury

It was Bathurst Street, Heratonga, and I went past there the other day.

I was going out to...

for, of all things, a class reunion.

That's a bit freaky.

People you haven't seen in over 50 years.

Went out to this thing, and I went out to the old house, and the house had been straightened up, pushed down to the back of the section, and six townhouses built on the front lawn.

Wow.

And it's sort of quite, you know, that was my whole life.

It's the only house I lived in, you know?

How many bathrooms in the house?

Yeah, yeah, but it's, yeah, yeah.

It was, you know, it was Lord of the Flies, you know, when it comes to the bath.

Well, no, it was a limit, because you had the old hot water heater, and eventually it's going to run out, so probably pour one bath, maybe two baths, you've done the cylinder, and there's nothing, whereas you turn on the tap, hoping it's, no, it's

Cold.

The hot water's coming out cold.

You can't heat it up.

Or mum would boil a jug and bring a jug of hot water into the bath, you know.

And I remember going round to one of my best mates, Mike Keating, round to his house.

And they had a shower.

Wow!