Women of certain age who get to the top of the stairs, and forget why they are there.
LOL ... I remember as a kid getting on the 301 to Byker to sell me mam's provi ticket to a woman who ran a hairdressers.eeee the good old days pettle eh :P
I`m working towards writing up memories of folks in the west end where I grew up. Everyone had provis. I love Bobbi Thompson`s version of how they used to hide on the floor "Thi keep knockin at ya door ...and thi knaar that your not in."Yvonne
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