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We met by Dunn& Co the hat people on the corner of the New Kent Road Helen had a faded green dress on and was carrying her doll Battered Betty in one arm her thick lens glasses were smeary her brown hair plaited what are you going to show me? she asked have you seen the pie and eel shop up the road there? no don't think so well this guy stands inside the shop by the window and he takes an eel and cuts its head off then slits it open then scraps out its guts then cuts it up into pieces ready to be cooked for pies I said she pulled a face is that what you wanted to show me? yes it's very interesting and helps you see how it goes and is kind of a biology lesson without the crabby old teacher moaning on I said Helen was not impressed I’ll be sick if I see that he really cuts its head off? sure he does and quick and clean no messing around and scraps it into a bin by his feet Helen held her doll closer to her chest and slits it open? yes he's a quick worker one slit and all the guts are scrapped out enough already she said she put a small hand to her mouth I hate eels I hate eel pie she said between her fingers her doll leaned over her arm its arms hanging loose so do I but it's interesting to see these things not to me it isn't she said ok let's go elsewhere I said where? we could go to The Cut and look at the market stalls and maybe get a drink of pop and an ice cream she looked down at her scuffed shoes I’ve only got 3d she said I’ve got 2/- that'll be enough I said she looked at me through her glasses her eyes like marbles ok but we must make sure Betty gets a drink too she said sure I said she can share mine so we set off from Dunn& Co at a steady pace Betty looked unimpressed bouncing along in Helen’s arms one eye hanging loose her blonde mattered hair and I listened while Helen talked and talked all the way there.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
BY DUNN& CO.
We met by Dunn& Co the hat people on the corner of the New Kent Road Helen had a faded green dress on and was carrying her doll Battered Betty in one arm her thick lens glasses were smeary her brown hair plaited what are you going to show me? she asked have you seen the pie and eel shop up the road there? no don't think so well this guy stands inside the shop by the window and he takes an eel and cuts its head off then slits it open then scraps out its guts then cuts it up into pieces ready to be cooked for pies I said she pulled a face is that what you wanted to show me? yes it's very interesting and helps you see how it goes and is kind of a biology lesson without the crabby old teacher moaning on I said Helen was not impressed I’ll be sick if I see that he really cuts its head off? sure he does and quick and clean no messing around and scraps it into a bin by his feet Helen held her doll closer to her chest and slits it open? yes he's a quick worker one slit and all the guts are scrapped out enough already she said she put a small hand to her mouth I hate eels I hate eel pie she said between her fingers her doll leaned over her arm its arms hanging loose so do I but it's interesting to see these things not to me it isn't she said ok let's go elsewhere I said where? we could go to The Cut and look at the market stalls and maybe get a drink of pop and an ice cream she looked down at her scuffed shoes I’ve only got 3d she said I’ve got 2/- that'll be enough I said she looked at me through her glasses her eyes like marbles ok but we must make sure Betty gets a drink too she said sure I said she can share mine so we set off from Dunn& Co at a steady pace Betty looked unimpressed bouncing along in Helen’s arms one eye hanging loose her blonde mattered hair and I listened while Helen talked and talked all the way there.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AND EELS
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
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