ONCE, she was the queen of all their hearts, the irrestible object of Trades Hall desire.
A new front fence? She had only to mention it in passing for Bill the Greek to lay his bricks and woggy efforts by her front door.
A new bathroom? No sooner was the old one's disrepair offered as an excuse for inadequate personal hygiene than a volunteer work crew was on hand to gut the old one, not even bothering to ask for permission.
A little cash shortfall? Not to worry. Bruvver Bruce would send a lackey to the bank with a $5000 cash deposit.
Ah, life was good back then ... but not these days.