Bessie Bickerdyke 2

A Bessie Bickerdyke Monologue concluded

Well nothing unusual about that, I mean it's practically a hobby in Sheffield but from what this driver was saying it was obvious what the argument was about.

"I don't even know your bloody husband. Look either get on or get off, I've got a bus to drive here".

Then I keep seeing them from time to time. They obviously recognized me as they sometimes approached me. Well, if I'd spotted them first I would have avoided them to be quite honest with you. It happened a few times, and every time it was always the same; she would ask all sorts of questions about what I thought of him while he would just stand there indifferent to it all. Then last week I was on the top deck of a bus going home. The bus was moving slowly because the Queen was paying one of her very infrequent visits to Sheffield and they were busy putting up barriers. Quite a crowd had gathered already. I wasn't bothered about meeting her myself as I have never really taken to her. She's OK but she always looks like the sort of woman who cheats at bingo if you know what I mean. Anyway, there was this crowd gathered and who should be right at the front but them, Norma and Morris. I thought to myself, 'Oh aye, I can guess what going to happen here. She's going to ask The Queen what she's been asking everyone else'.

It's got to the point now that I don't really want to go in town in case I bump into them. I stayed in yesterday and did some crochet and baked some jam tarts. I don't even like jam tarts. Oh dear. Oh dear.

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