I was down at Baird’s
Newsagents for 6.00am. It was a big day and a big responsibility selling a big
range of Saturday newspapers as well as fags 'n sweets around the City
Hospital. I covered all the wards and despite one or two wee challenges managed
fine. I put my back into it taking a wee bit of pride in the job.
And then it
was back home to Oxgangs via the City Hospital woods for a good breakfast of
cornflakes 'n milk. We've
managed to get a new replacement lock for the shed. It seems a shame we've had
to pay out for that; it's like rubbing salt into the wound. As Mum says I
suppose we just have to be pragmatic and move on.
Come three o’clock I was back
down to Baird’s to do the afternoon slot around the hospital; I easily sold all
my Evening News'. There's less
pressure in the afternoon and you can stroll around spending a wee bit time
with some of the patients.
Anyway my pockets are now jingling as I've got
eight quid, a man's wage!
In
the evening Gaga and Nana were out to see us. The football season has started
so I watched ‘Sportsreel’; it was the League Cup; Celtic and Rangers are in the
same section and Celtic won 2-0. Bobby Murdoch was back looking fit again and
stroking the ball around the park. Celtic got a penalty and a young guy called
Kenny Dalglish calmly tied his laces and then stroked the ball past big Peter
McCloy!
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