- Contributed by听
- butterball
- People in story:听
- my father
- Location of story:听
- Rotherham
- Article ID:听
- A2064368
- Contributed on:听
- 20 November 2003
My father used to have a taxi during and after the war years, he used to get petrol coupons and do some fetching and carrying for local business men,one night he had been to the outskirts of Driffield to a farm, he had to drive all the way back to Rotherham without lights because it was a blackout, as he was driving along middle lane a policeman stepped into the road and stopped him, he looked into the car and saw a woolen blanket thrown over something on the back seat,he was just about to lift the cover when my father said, dont touch that, its my mate and he,s drunk, he gets violent if anybody touches him, so the policeman said take him home then, the true contents of the blanket was a "pig" fetched all the way from Driffield to be sold in one of the butchers shops in Rotherham.My mother had the job of cleaning his car, and used to use petrol to clean the chrome, one day the bottle was stood in the kitchen, I went out to her and asked for a drink of pop, she said we didnt have any pop, I went back in the house and drank from the said petrol bottle, the next door neighbour was called in, and my cure,being picked up by the ankles,turned upside down, and shook over the bath to make me sick, I,m still here so I dont suppose it did me much harm, and finaly I remember my mother saving sugar untill she had a blue two pound bag full, then we went to sheffield on the trackless, changing at templeborough, into the old sets market and the bag of sugar was exchanged for boiled sweets, and our treat was a big sugar fish.
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