friends. She asked if Angela and I were going to go out again. âA stone certaintyâ was my reply, although nothing was arranged as yet.
At school on Monday Georgina was once again the go-between, passing messages back and forth between Angela and myself whilst Miss Page winked as I passed her in the hall. I handed in the mystery envelope to the Head and he came into our class during first lesson. Contained in the letter was a badge which was presented to those who had represented our County. I was called to the front of the class, where Miss Page mentioned to the class that she had seen me play. She also told them that I had suffered quite an injury and asked how it was doing but I had forgotten about the pain which could possibly have given me a reprieve from the coal yard on Sunday morning. Other things were not surprisingly clouding my mind. As Miss Page presented my badge to me I almost slipped up and called her Sue as I thanked her for her support. Red as a beetroot is the best way to describe Angela, but she need not have worried. Miss Sue Page, who lived a long way from the Arches, was now an Honorary Member. I knew she could be totally trusted.
As the class clapped I proudly held my badge aloft, for what seemed a lifetime. This was largely because Georgina, Angela and Sue kept the applause going way beyond what the achievement merited. At break time kids from the other classes asked what all of the commotion was about and it suddenly dawned on me I was getting celebrity status but other things were certainly stirring my thoughts far more than my football success.
âEventually, after lots of exchanges, Angela and I agreed to meet after school, not outside of school but near the far bridge on the main railway line. She would rush there straight from school and would be okay for an hour or so as she could tell Peter not to wait as she was staying behind for extra tuition. That would suit her Dad who so liked to brag of his kids ability to anyone in the pub who cared to listen. He was supposedly quite popular with the drinkers but presumably most were pissed most of the time. Getting away from school a bit early was easy for me as my last lesson was gardening and I was trusted with making sure that all of the gardening tools were returned present and correct. Starting to get them collected a bit early was as easy as pie. Mr Clark, the gardening teacher, was a real easy touch.
Rushing as fast as possible I quickly made for home. I said a quick hello to Mum and Daisy, got changed and said I was going out. We had arranged that Angela would walk to meet me but she also had to be certain not to let Peter or any of his mates notice her. It probably wasnât that difficult as Peterâs mates didnât number very many, thank the Lord he was so quiet. Arriving first I had a brainwave as I remembered that Grandad and I used to get through a hole in the wire fence and sit inside a railway workers hut if it rained when we were collecting numbers. I recalled that the keys for these huts were always nailed onto the panel above the door. As Angela came up to me I suggested we go there, which we did as quickly as possible, after double checking that nobody had seen us. The key was there and we let ourselves in and locked the door from the inside. The fire was still aglow, although the coke fumes were a nuisance, so we opened the only window. Although Angela was dressed in her school clothes she looked wonderful. Her eyes were full of warmth until the first express train thundered by at around 60 mph and probably only two yards from where we were. She seemed worried but I comforted her with the knowledge that no express train had yet run into this hut. This made her laugh. We kissed and cuddled our time away but left in plenty of time so as not to cause any suspicion. This hut was to be our safe haven so we decided to make excuses for after school three days a week.
C HAPTER 15
Taking Chances
Without us
At school on Monday Georgina was once again the go-between, passing messages back and forth between Angela and myself whilst Miss Page winked as I passed her in the hall. I handed in the mystery envelope to the Head and he came into our class during first lesson. Contained in the letter was a badge which was presented to those who had represented our County. I was called to the front of the class, where Miss Page mentioned to the class that she had seen me play. She also told them that I had suffered quite an injury and asked how it was doing but I had forgotten about the pain which could possibly have given me a reprieve from the coal yard on Sunday morning. Other things were not surprisingly clouding my mind. As Miss Page presented my badge to me I almost slipped up and called her Sue as I thanked her for her support. Red as a beetroot is the best way to describe Angela, but she need not have worried. Miss Sue Page, who lived a long way from the Arches, was now an Honorary Member. I knew she could be totally trusted.
As the class clapped I proudly held my badge aloft, for what seemed a lifetime. This was largely because Georgina, Angela and Sue kept the applause going way beyond what the achievement merited. At break time kids from the other classes asked what all of the commotion was about and it suddenly dawned on me I was getting celebrity status but other things were certainly stirring my thoughts far more than my football success.
âEventually, after lots of exchanges, Angela and I agreed to meet after school, not outside of school but near the far bridge on the main railway line. She would rush there straight from school and would be okay for an hour or so as she could tell Peter not to wait as she was staying behind for extra tuition. That would suit her Dad who so liked to brag of his kids ability to anyone in the pub who cared to listen. He was supposedly quite popular with the drinkers but presumably most were pissed most of the time. Getting away from school a bit early was easy for me as my last lesson was gardening and I was trusted with making sure that all of the gardening tools were returned present and correct. Starting to get them collected a bit early was as easy as pie. Mr Clark, the gardening teacher, was a real easy touch.
Rushing as fast as possible I quickly made for home. I said a quick hello to Mum and Daisy, got changed and said I was going out. We had arranged that Angela would walk to meet me but she also had to be certain not to let Peter or any of his mates notice her. It probably wasnât that difficult as Peterâs mates didnât number very many, thank the Lord he was so quiet. Arriving first I had a brainwave as I remembered that Grandad and I used to get through a hole in the wire fence and sit inside a railway workers hut if it rained when we were collecting numbers. I recalled that the keys for these huts were always nailed onto the panel above the door. As Angela came up to me I suggested we go there, which we did as quickly as possible, after double checking that nobody had seen us. The key was there and we let ourselves in and locked the door from the inside. The fire was still aglow, although the coke fumes were a nuisance, so we opened the only window. Although Angela was dressed in her school clothes she looked wonderful. Her eyes were full of warmth until the first express train thundered by at around 60 mph and probably only two yards from where we were. She seemed worried but I comforted her with the knowledge that no express train had yet run into this hut. This made her laugh. We kissed and cuddled our time away but left in plenty of time so as not to cause any suspicion. This hut was to be our safe haven so we decided to make excuses for after school three days a week.
C HAPTER 15
Taking Chances
Without us
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