Bev and I were out walking Kylie the other day when we caught up with a well dressed, elderly man wandering towards Flamborough. He asked us, very politeley, if this was the way to Durham? He had a north east accent and was lucid but confused. He told us that he had been walking for hours, his feet hurt and he was hoping to get a lift home to Durham.
Typically, we hadn't brought our mobile 'phone with us so we knocked on the door of a large, posh looking house with plenty of expensive cars on the drive. The lady of the house said that they were having a 60th birthday party and when her son arrived, he would take our mystery gent to the police station. We continued to find out more about this chap when the son arrived. We explained what had happened and he looked at the old man and said "It's Mr Brown, isn't it? Tom Brown, my old science teacher? From the 1950s? " The old man's face lit up and he was invited in the big house to join the celebrations. The son agreed to sort out the situation andbelieved he knew where the old chap lived.
You couldn't make it up.
Hi Stranger,
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Do you remember me????
Course I do, you old dog. Get in touch!
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