A quick drive through the western suburbs recently leads me to surmise that the knicker-clad lads of Charlton are in the habit of kicking soccer balls into the street . . .
. . . and that the befrocked Charlton lassies are just clumsy (like those in Auburn), and likely to hurtle into the roadway as I pass.
In my travels through Charlton, though, I have seen many squirrels and an occasional deer in the road, but no children. Perhaps they’ve got the clumsy & clueless quarantined in some other part of town.