Hell yeh. In fact you didn’t even have to call. Just ring and shout “READY” before the pips started, and dad* would come and get you from a pre-arranged pick up point.
We weren’t MADE of money.
* Moms (or MUMS as they’re called in normal countries), were rarely designated drivers in those days. Too many buttons for their pretty little heads to operate. Too emotional in traffic jams. Not that there WERE many traffic jams, as the roads were bigger, the cars were smaller, and the summers lasted all year.
Shawaddywaddy.....fuckin ell. 😣