And finally in breakfast news a surprising hit. Slow Radio slots have become popular as calming moments of bird song or rowing boats. The latest is a continuous live broadcast 24/7 from a quiet little road somewhere. The location remains secret to protect the inhabitants, human and otherwise. Listeners have been tuning in to hear everyday sounds of hum drum life, dogs barking, people chatting. In the dark watches of the night insomniacs and night workers say there is still plenty to hear, the haunting cry of foxes and the whisper of the milkman's float.
As residents fetch their bins in on Monday morning there is plenty to hear so let's drop in.
I found your food bin in the middle of the road.
Oh thanks, did you hear the wind last night?
Yes, my lid blew open, cardboard and paper all over next door's lawn.
There's a nurse going in over the road, she was there yesterday.
Is it him or her?
Goodness knows, haven't seen either of them for ages.
You never know what's going on with that high hedge.
Do you mind taking a parcel for next door?
Sure, certainly won't fit through the letterbox ha ha.
I'm not carrying your scooter Dryden, I've got the buggy to push, you wanted to ride it to school. BRANDON, stop at the corner. BRAANDON WAAIT. Dryden get on that scooter and catch up with your brother.
Yes of course, I'm not using it today, still not fixed then?
Not coming till Friday now and I've got to get their PE things washed, thanks so much.
Those strange people are across the road again. I call them the creepy couple, coming this way since lockdown. At first I thought they were trying to steal Truffles when I saw them squatting down poking their hands through the fence.
Pity they didn't steal him, we would have been saved all that barking.
He ran straight in my house the other day, nearly caught the cat.
Aren't your daffodils looking good.
Yes, despite being battered by the wind and rain.
So what do you want at the greengrocers today?
Some of those grapes as long as they don't have pips, one banana, not too big, not green, but not too ripe. Can you manage potatoes a well… oh look he's on the roof again.
I don't believe it, she must be away, surely she wouldn't let him, what if the ladder blows down while he's up there.
I reckon you're right, he is rebuilding that chimney stack.
How old do you reckon he is?
Well he was retired when we moved here.
I can't see him, hope he didn't fall down the other side…
Truffles, Truffles, come here at once… sorry, sorry, are you okay?
I can't talk now, I'm out in the street, no it isn't a good time, how did you get my number anyway?
Truffles, come out of the lady's nice garden. Sorry, sorry, yes I can see what he's done I'll just pop home and get a bag to clear it up, once I've caught him…
Oh here he is coming round to the front, he must have a ladder at the back as well. Was that Truffles running by?
The producer of Slow Street 24 is in the studio with us. Why do you think this has become so popular?
People need a break from their frantic lives, they just love to hear from somewhere where nothing is happening.
And do the residents mind being recorded, doesn't that mean they are guarded in what they say?
Not at all, they don't know they are being live streamed.
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