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It was late in the summer of 1940. I was an evacuee from Birmingham, living in a little village in Shropshire, under the shadow of the Wrekin.
I was staying with a great village character. I went everywhere with him, catching rabbits, wood pigeon and learning country ways. One day he took me down to the local village pub. I sat outside drinking pop, whilst he played dominoes with his friends. I could hear through the open window that they were discussing the need for money. He declared that he could live without it. One of his friends said, "How would you get to Wellington on the Midland Red without any money?" I heard him say "I can, and I'll take young Don as well".
So off we went walking down to the bus stop at Horse Hay, two miles away. We boarded the bus, the conductor came for the fare. "How much for me and the lad, return to Wellington?"
The conductor replied "Two shillings and four pence please". He asked: "How much are tomatoes now?" "Two shillings a pound, I think" the Conductor replied.
"Here, there is over two pounds here, so you're making a profit" he said as he handed the Conductor a bag of tomatoes.
I waited to be thrown off the bus, but the Conductor accepted it, by giving us two tickets!

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