Buying a Pram

Pram

Joyce tells me there are at least twenty charity shops in Chester – le – Street . None of them sells second-hand prams.

But you can get a good one off e-bay for little money.  In the end she bought one off e-bay.

Joyce didn’t want another pram really; well, she did, but it was for her husband. Not exactly FOR her husband,  but to give to him as part of the equipment for his new hobby.

He’s got a cap with a suitable motif on the peak, an embossed tee-shirt,  casual slightly elasticated cotton trousers, for bending and  a pair of non-slip trainers.. To her surprise, the grand-children have taken a keen interest too in this pastime, so they have  the same ‘gear’ too….all matching. The pram was the last piece of equipment they needed. It had to go in the  back of the car with everything else so it needed to fold down.

Health and Safety measures don’t allow charity shops to sell used prams but that wasn’t going to put Joyce off. She still visited every single charity shop on both sides of the main road in Chester –  le  – Street;.well, I suppose you never know. That was while Ian stood outside, hoping for success. After more than half of the shops explained why they didn’t handle prams any more,  Joyce  simply said to the assistants, ‘Don’t say ‘No’ to a pram if you’re offered one……we don’t want it for a  baby. This is our telephone number. Thank you very much’.

It’s exciting having a new hobby. As a grand-parent myself, I can see how there is a definite attraction to participating in an activity with one’s grand-children: especially when it is akin to something close to your heart  during your professional life……well, nearly.  Ian was a sub-mariner.

I think Joyce is happy to see her family enjoy themselves, but, sadly, she can’t participate because of the new puppy. She has to keep  Sheeba at the other side of the lake as they while away the hours ‘of a Sunday afternoon’: and sometimes Saturdays and all of the school holidays.  But she assures me that the dog is really good company and that she’s met lots of nice people at the far side of the lake because of the dog.

Seemingly, most of the other participants have a second-hand pram too  as part of their equipment. Joyce can keep an eye on it from the far bank.

Have you ever seen a grown man pushing a pram laden with remote-controlled boats?

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2 thoughts on “Buying a Pram

  1. As a teenager an Sunderland and roaming Wearside on my Fell Pony I saw prams in many guises during the ’60s. From a woman pushing her gaggle of kids down to Roker for a day out cos she couldn’t afford the bus. Don’t know where she inherited the pram from .. not quite what we’d now call a people carrier. A family bringing back sea coal from Seaham beach(?) presumably during a miner’s strike. Your power boat story has a much happier ring to it!
    What sophistication to be sitting in a cocktail bar ..I think I only ever got as far as the shiny tall counter stools at the MilkBar near the bus station.

    • Hi Ros, Hope those are all good memories for you, and thanks for the comment. I was pony mad too, ending up with an Euestrian centre near York. originally started riding at Norman Hannahs at Marsden Rock. When I married, my hsband farmed the land betwen East Boldon and Smiths Farm past the Greyhound Stadium, if you know that area. Our Wedding Reception was at the Roker Hotel. Cocktail Bar…..things of the past for me too. I live in Southern Brittany now since selling up 11 years ago. Strangely enough, not long ago I met a lady who lives near me who went to Sunderland High School (Washing ton Grammar for me) who learnt to ride on the same pony Beauty 11 at Marsden. Small world. Did you know thw blacksmith Harry ? ( damn, forgotten his surname, began with an S and had 5 letters!!) who lived behind the houses near Mill Garages at Fulwell? Thanks for taking the time to write. Hen

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