Football tales from the past...

Saturday 20th February 2015

What a busy morning it was - it got to 12.30pm before I could get myself a cuppa! It was a horrible wet day - but there were so many people about. It was lovely to see so many regulars. Mr I. came in and I told him about the tea party I am going to have on my dreaded last day - 31st March. He said he'd come if I put brandy in the tea. It sounds like a good idea :-)

Eeyore loves to see families in

Mrs. Ball came in for her usual Scandinavian crime books but also asked to see today's local paper: The Sentinel. On Saturdays they have a pull-out section called The Way We Were - and she wanted to see if there were any pictures of old Port Vale teams. Her grandson had been asking her about football and Mrs Ball's grandfather actually played and managed Port Vale in the past. I looked him up on the internet and found some information and some very dashing photos! Love the moustache from his playing days - have a look here - Tommy Holford

 The computers were busy all morning and I was needed to help someone print out their boarding passes for Miami, to print out a Groupon voucher for free cinema tickets and upload another CV to a job application. It's good fun because people don't usually ask until they've struggled for a bit and they are so happy when I can help them easily and they go away clutching the document they needed. :-)

It was lovely to see a few entire families in too - mum, dad, toddler and baby. We have quite a few regular ones that come in now that we have the swish new housing estate up by the country park. (On top of Silverdale Mine)

The wonderful Mrs G :-)

My last customer of the day as Mrs G  (sister of Mrs B who owned Molly the collie) She always like to peruse the new historical books on display. She's a big fan of the Shardlake series by C. J. Sansom.
She likes to stay for a chat too.

Today she was lamenting the lack of reliable information about the European Union. She doesn't know who to believe - whether we should come out or stay in. She said something that made me laugh. Talking about the various politicians and particularly the Prime Minister she thought they'd had far too privileged backgrounds to know what was best for the whole country.

"They all went to Eton and places like that - where they are educated til they are stupid!"