Happiness is NOT city shaped

[Straight Shooter]

THE VILLAGE HALL STORY i was about 8-9 years old its november and cold...a jumble sale in the hall ...i walk in with an old penny for the lucky dip....then i check out these boots fur lined...how much i ask 1shilling and 2 pence...i had these plastic shoe / sandles on at the time with a split where to water came in..what time are you closing i ask.....7 pm ..the mission was 1&2...chopped stick went door to door....got sixpence....went around all the backyards to see if i could get pop bottles ( you got 3p deposit in them days ) i find 1 in the whole village ...i,m now 9p up ...i am now running out of idea,s its 6pm ....the girl said i had till 6.30 (she would hold them for me) ...then i turn into SAS mode..and pinch a pop bottle from behind ...jones the shop... and cool as a cuc take it around front to get my 3p...no problem....by now i,m out of time ...i run to the hall 12 p = 1shilling ....you are short 2 p she said ....yes i know .....she goes off to ask her mum (mrs grant headteacher) a great person and great teacher by the way... she looks at me smiles and said thats ok let him have them.......i sit down put em on ....felt real good and warm....hey dude get out my f..king way sort of feeling....i run down the street to our house ...breeze in showing off my boots to my 3 brothers...check this fur lining out ! my mother sitting at that big old table peeling spuds..where have you been all day ! so i tell her the story ...omitting the jones bottle of course ...and she bursts into tears NOW look what you,v done! my brothers say...WHAT i say you,v upset our mam.....the tuppence i was short then dropped