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Lydia watches trains beside me. Waterloo train station people pass for the train some in suits black pinstripes and women in all sorts of dresses or long skirts. What you think my dad said this morning? Lydia says to me. No idea I reply. Go away on a short holiday she tells me. Where about? I ask her. To Rams gate the seaside she replies. A whistle blows loudly a green flag waves madly the steam train puffs out steam grey and white going up to the roof. All of you? I ask her. Gloria's not going she's staying behind us so she can look after the old flat and she works she replies. The train's gone. Wonder where that's gone to? I ask her. Somewhere nice I expect she replies and are you having a holiday? She asks me. Don't 'spose so I reply go out days I expect. Another train comes in noisily and we watch as it stops hissing steam doors open passengers open doors and get out then walk on the platform with tickets to get out. Exciting isn't it? Benedict (she calls me not Benny). It sure is I reply taking in the steam smell and the sounds and the sight of power of engines we sit there on the seat without care.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
WITHOUT CARE 1958
Lydia watches trains beside me. Waterloo train station people pass for the train some in suits black pinstripes and women in all sorts of dresses or long skirts. What you think my dad said this morning? Lydia says to me. No idea I reply. Go away on a short holiday she tells me. Where about? I ask her. To Rams gate the seaside she replies. A whistle blows loudly a green flag waves madly the steam train puffs out steam grey and white going up to the roof. All of you? I ask her. Gloria's not going she's staying behind us so she can look after the old flat and she works she replies. The train's gone. Wonder where that's gone to? I ask her. Somewhere nice I expect she replies and are you having a holiday? She asks me. Don't 'spose so I reply go out days I expect. Another train comes in noisily and we watch as it stops hissing steam doors open passengers open doors and get out then walk on the platform with tickets to get out. Exciting isn't it? Benedict (she calls me not Benny). It sure is I reply taking in the steam smell and the sounds and the sight of power of engines we sit there on the seat without care.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
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