Dr Fixit (151 - 160)
151 As the elderly couple passed, the rat-drawn cart followed shortly after with uniformed men playing the part of a police patrol. When the cart trundled past, Bendit dropped his bucket, wheeled round fast, stood at attention, pushed his chest out and placed the back of his hand, palm spread out, right across his forehead. The patrol men acknowledged him. The rest of us waved at them and they all waved back. The vehicle disappeared at a bend. We walked on and then appeared 152 at the junction where Library Avenue bisected Stadium Road and from here we could view the stadium podium ahead of us and the high-rise (two storeys actually as the termites stole the star prize for the tallest edifice ever built under the plants) to the right of us housed books written by army ants on every topic they tailored to a course from cookery to engineering and of course the military and politics. But my fascination was about books ...