Through the glass I can see the place
The garden
My father smoking his pipe
My mother slim in polka dots
My sisters with dolls and tea set
My Raleigh cycle
Meccano and Hornby waiting
The coop with warm eggs to be collected
And 5b!
The Latin master stern in black gown
Chas Key (Ma Cantab) with mortar board and cane
The skeleton in the Biology Lab corner
A cigarette of chalk between it's teeth.....
So many things
So many places
I can see but I cannot go
I am here
Through the glass is the past.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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