Selective memory…


When I was young, really young. I went to watch Notts County play with my Dad and my uncle Pete and I think my uncle Ken.
I think looking back we parked on the edge of the London road, because it was there one of my uncles noticed I’d still got my carpet slippers on!
I didn’t mind, my feet were warm and my hand was clasped tight by my Dad.
I might ask them if they can remember. Memories are selectively important.
By the way can’t remember the score…
Bet they do x


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