Mind The Trams …. bags of toffees….
The tram to Stanley creaked and swayed like an old ship at sea,
brass fittings glinting in the spring light. The upper deck was
packed: mill lads still in their clogs, mothers in Sunday hats
balancing paper bags of toffees, and half of Ossy buzzing for the
big charity football match. The smell was a cocktail of pipe smoke,
hair oil, and pork pies smuggled under coats
Mind the Trams !!!!!!!
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