Way back in 1962, when I was eleven, my Dad, Mum, little sister Rachel and my cousin Margaret all went for a holiday to Melbourne. We'd hired a caravan, which I thought was very cosy and lots of fun, although perhaps not as much fun as the huge tent we'd had when we went to Sydney two years before. It's quite a long trip to Melbourne and the journey was pretty hot, as it was early autumn and of course cars in those days didn't have air conditioning .If you wanted that, you just had to wind your windows down. After a long hot journey, we all wanted a shower. My Dad went off to the men's shower blocks. He was lucky as he just had himself to look after. Mum had to come along with our towels, shower caps ( I especially didn't like getting my hair wet) and soap and also of course bring Rachel in the stroller. She helped Margaret and me to get set up; as you know, sometimes strange taps take a bit of adjusting.

I was enjoying my shower and feeling clean after our long trip, when I heard giggles coming from the floor. Why would anyone be giggling on the shower alcove floor? Then suddenly to my horror, I saw a foot and another foot and heard more giggling. I realised that two small boys were peeping at me from the space under the shower alcove.Then I heard another voice, a grown up voice saying;

'Stop that Gary and Bruce.' Those were their actual names.

My Mum heard this too and she said the mother didn't sound firm enough to stop them doing it again, and that turned out to be  true, as they peeped under Margaret's shower cubicle as well. Then again, a rather disinterested voice saying. 'Stop that Gary and Bruce, or I'll get yer dad to deal with yer'. That did the trick and  I probably don't want to imagine the punishment dealt out by the father. Straps and sticks in those days were accepted methods of punishment. When Margaret and I saw Gary and Bruce in the play- ground later, I think I may have stuck my tongue out at them. That was the ultimate insult in those days. I do hope though, that Gary and Bruce have long since overcome their unpleasant habit of peeping under shower cubicles.

Above, Gary and Bruce, laughing about how naughty they were being