Re: Bookies
That garage was a going concern, certainly until I left Red Row School in 1955. My Grandfather was badly injured in a mining accident and had a three-wheeled invalid chair. He had it serviced at that garage and asked me to get it back to his house after school. I thought that the easiest way to get it to Hadston would be to sit in it and propel myself along. WRONG. I was all over the road, pavement, a few grass verges, didn't know how to brake etcetera. It must have taken years off my life, given quite a few who saw me a good laugh, and took me about an hour to get the blessed thing to Granda's bungalow. I think he gave me a tanner for doing that for him! But experience it gave me - never volunteer!! Little wonder that I went bald earlier than most.
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