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The post the other day about the SOS distress call reminded me of a tale my mother told me years ago. Her mother - my grandmother, who as I've mentioned before was mainly responsible for looking after me as a kid - was in her youth a telegraph operator at the Post Office run by her parents, and as such was highly proficient in Morse Code. During the war, my Dad joined the ARP and needed to learn Morse. Apparently he and my Gran used to drive my Mum mad at meal times by tapping out messages in Morse to each other on the table top!