Trouble getting the joint from the burchers – by MG

We used to get meat up on the main road there, because that’s another memory…  My sister and I shared this bike and in those days, we didn’t have a fridge, so Mum used to order a joint of meat to be picked up on Saturday morning and she was given one half of like a raffle ticket and the other number was put on the joint.  So, mostly it was our job to take this raffle ticket up to the butchers and then claim the joint.  This particular Saturday, I wouldn’t go and my sister wouldn’t go and we argued and it turned out that none of us went and obviously, we went out around Ham and my Dad was so wild that he came round Ham looking for us!  He went up to claim this joint… so that’s a very strong memory, that is.