Well I got to know that silver cross pram quite well over the next two years sometimes I had to share Top to Toe with a later addition of mothers team but it was a tank of a pram built to last one hundred years; or fifty kids!, whichever the sooner. It once saved my life when the brakes disengaged at the top of Castlegate and it went charging down this one in five cobblestoned hill towards the seafront. It never negotiated the bend in the road at the bottom and shot into Mr. Evens shop at a speed that should have been noted in the Guinness book of records had Norris Mc Wherter been forewarned of this attempt on my life. As mother let it be known of her intention to badly maim anyone found connected to this event, no one wisely admitted to knowledge of the perpetrator. The damaged goods in the shop were rationed goods so they had to be replaced by the Ministry of food and rationing; or someone like that. Mother had a store cupboard full to the rafters and was therefore sworn to secrecy. My self like a modern f1 racing driver had full confidence in my steed to survive me the crash and I escaped with minor bruising and extra condensed milk having by h now been “weaned” off the warm and wonderful breast and onto Condensed milk and water.
