George is my 82 year old neighbour,who since his wife died four years ago i sit with two nights a week.We are flexible if one of us has something on we move days about.
So due to George being treated by his son to a fab meal last night.it was tonight.Usual time 19-30 till 22-00.
So first of all 10th July 1952 George did his National Service,something he remembers vividly.But that is not the story for you tonight.
This week George has had an accident,going to town on our 52 bus,he was walking down the bus as a car pulled across the front of the bus.Driver braked hard,George went flying down the bus and collided with a pole behind one of the seats.Not to make a fuss he told the driver he was ok.He was not,in a book shop a few mins later,while reaching for a book,a pain shot up his arm.
Off to the local hospital.an x ray showed he has cracked a bone in his forearm.Treatment is just leave it.But his arm is purple.
I'm sorry this story is taking such a long time but the best bit is coming up.
The young Doctor quite rightly i thought.Asked George about himself did he look after himself cooking cleaning.She also noticed some slight scaring on his other arm,and asked him about it.
George scarred this in London last year,he fell on an underground escalator and it was a nasty mess.
But George told the Doctor they were tribal marks,she asked how and why.He said he was 82 but as a very youngman he grew up in Hunslet,a rough and tough area.These were his marks.So what tribe was he in .Wherethephukarewe he replied.She said nobody of his age had ever mentioned this to her before.Could he expand the info.So he said as a kid he and his mates played in the very tall grass near Knostrop sewage works.Every so often because they were so small they had to jump up and down shouting where the fark are we.
the Doctors face was a picture George said.
Brilliant George just brilliant.
So due to George being treated by his son to a fab meal last night.it was tonight.Usual time 19-30 till 22-00.
So first of all 10th July 1952 George did his National Service,something he remembers vividly.But that is not the story for you tonight.
This week George has had an accident,going to town on our 52 bus,he was walking down the bus as a car pulled across the front of the bus.Driver braked hard,George went flying down the bus and collided with a pole behind one of the seats.Not to make a fuss he told the driver he was ok.He was not,in a book shop a few mins later,while reaching for a book,a pain shot up his arm.
Off to the local hospital.an x ray showed he has cracked a bone in his forearm.Treatment is just leave it.But his arm is purple.
I'm sorry this story is taking such a long time but the best bit is coming up.
The young Doctor quite rightly i thought.Asked George about himself did he look after himself cooking cleaning.She also noticed some slight scaring on his other arm,and asked him about it.
George scarred this in London last year,he fell on an underground escalator and it was a nasty mess.
But George told the Doctor they were tribal marks,she asked how and why.He said he was 82 but as a very youngman he grew up in Hunslet,a rough and tough area.These were his marks.So what tribe was he in .Wherethephukarewe he replied.She said nobody of his age had ever mentioned this to her before.Could he expand the info.So he said as a kid he and his mates played in the very tall grass near Knostrop sewage works.Every so often because they were so small they had to jump up and down shouting where the fark are we.
the Doctors face was a picture George said.
Brilliant George just brilliant.
