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It's Monday and school day with grey skies with dull sun and Helen aged 7 just like me stands waiting by Baldy's grocer shop I see her standing there pinafore hair in plaits wire glasses with thick lens hate Mondays she tells me and the school and lessons yes me too I tell her we walk on underneath the iron railway bridge by the old cinema pass bomb sites my Betty is not well she exclaims (her old doll) so what's wrong? Mum said she's got a cold and to keep her indoors Helen says best do that I reply wrap her warm we go down the subway quite crowded and noisy we don't talk she links her arm in mine keeps me close we come out on the road to our school she unlinks our arms now just in case other kids see us linked and tease her and say who's the boyfriend my old man has found me an old gun I tell her a real one? she asks me no not real it shoots caps he got it from some shop going cheap I tell her will you show it to me? after school if you like I reply we can see if Betty is better afterwards she tells me yes sure thing I reply just then there's a bright sun pushing though dull grey clouds in the sky.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
IT'S MONDAY 1955.
It's Monday and school day with grey skies with dull sun and Helen aged 7 just like me stands waiting by Baldy's grocer shop I see her standing there pinafore hair in plaits wire glasses with thick lens hate Mondays she tells me and the school and lessons yes me too I tell her we walk on underneath the iron railway bridge by the old cinema pass bomb sites my Betty is not well she exclaims (her old doll) so what's wrong? Mum said she's got a cold and to keep her indoors Helen says best do that I reply wrap her warm we go down the subway quite crowded and noisy we don't talk she links her arm in mine keeps me close we come out on the road to our school she unlinks our arms now just in case other kids see us linked and tease her and say who's the boyfriend my old man has found me an old gun I tell her a real one? she asks me no not real it shoots caps he got it from some shop going cheap I tell her will you show it to me? after school if you like I reply we can see if Betty is better afterwards she tells me yes sure thing I reply just then there's a bright sun pushing though dull grey clouds in the sky.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1955.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
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