Days when you were better off with boiled ham

From: David Bratby, Woodhead Road, Holme, Holmfirth.

ALL that glitters is not gold, and glittering technology can be a pain.

I spent a large part of the afternoon online with British Gas – altering things. This has left me baffled and needing a walk in the fresh air, a prospect to which I have now awarded the highest priority.

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Resorted to the telephone in 
the end, and while the woman I spoke to was very nice, she’s obviously not the sharpest knife in the drawer and now I’m further baffled.

Why do the gas people supply the electricity?

Can you remember when the gas man used to call and 
empty the meter of all those 
shiny shillings and 5/16in steel washers?

Ours (gas man) was called 
Mr Raleigh. He would empty 
the meter’s contents on to our kitchen table, and then count the shillings into piles of 20 each (shillings in a pound).

Then, as if it were his own money, he’d generously slide 
one pile back across the table towards mum (by way of a discount), shovelling the rest into his large black leather bus-conductor’s pouch. We’d have boiled ham for tea.

You could end it all for a shilling too, if you had one. But better off with boiled ham.

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