A Butcher's Lad

A Memory of Alsager.

Mr Purvis the butcher, whose shop stood on the corner of Talke and Audley Roads, was my Saturday morning employer. He always wore a striped apron and a straw boater hat and sported a rather slick moustache. His manner with the ladies was, as I perceived, rather suggestive? I was paid 7s and 6p for my morning's work. I followed parental advice and put 5s straight into my savings at Mrs Robinson's Post Office across the way, and had 2s and 6p to squander throughout the week.
One winter's morning, I rounded the corner into Fields Road, my bike's basket laden with meat and the roads covered with sheet ice, and deposited the lot and myself across the carriageway. Deliveries were delayed slightly for re-wrapping.