The job had to be done

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The letter from EB Warris, brought back memories of my time as a conductress in the ’60s.

Back then there were 240 pennies to the pound, everybody paid, no daily/weekly savers or travel cards.

Up and down stairs. A couple of rounds on the then 81 and 82, nicknamed the Track would soon fill your cash bag.

It wasn’t a case of being super fit, it was a job and had to be done.

Happy days.


High Green