I always visited on a Saturday.

To do the shopping for my gran.

Platt bridge was a long way for children.

On the trollybus from the bird ith hand.

It seemed a long way in those day's.

When your but nine or ten.

But two and sixpence was too much to miss.

You could buy allsorts for threepence back then.

Now ..I could'nt abide peeling potato's.

As a child it did get me down.

But my father he said I must do it.

If I wanted to get half a crown.

Sometimes I'd stay overnight.

It was great when it came time for bed.

We'd climb up the stairs with a candle.

Which flickered on fathers bald head.

We'd all have a pee in the jerry.

Which was quickly shoved under the bed.

You could smell it in the night if you woke.

But nothing about it was said.

We'd lie there with the candle flickering.

Making shadows and shapes on the wall. ( war )

And we'd play at trying to find faces.

On the damp patches that we all saw.

When the time came for me to be going.

My gran said…. Joe treat that lad.

But my father he always plagued me.

Which used get my grandmother mad.

He'd sit on a chair with his back to the fire.

His braces were dangling on the floor.

He'd say… Jeffries come pull my finger.

Then fart, and I'd run through the door

He'd give me the money , I'd kiss him on his head.

My granmother saw me to the door.

I'd kiss her on the cheek ,she gave me a hug.

I'd say.. " thanks , and I'll see you some more.

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