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90  AN EXILE OF THE MIND         TIDDLERS IN A JAM JAR                          91


           kissed the girls and vice versa. An  on ‘the book’ at the  corner store
           improved version of ‘Knock Down  and farthings  wrapped  in silver
           Ginger’ was to attach door knockers  foil were rubbed in our hair to get
           with string between houses opposite  a  better  definition  were  mistaken
           one another. As one door opened to  for sixpences  by the short-sighted
           the tap, tapping we set in motion,  storekeeper.
           the opposite knocker would clatter          A lone  ‘duckling’ I rescued
           in reply. Opening the door would            was lovingly nurtured and
           then activate the opposite knocker          mutated into a large swan a
           again. And so it would go on.               few  weeks  later.  I  released
              Knucklebones or Jacks was                 it on the canal and found it
           also another popular game.                    waiting for me when I got
           Five  stones  were  tossed                     home. It left eventually.
           and caught  on the  back                          Cows  came  mooing in
           of  the  hand in dextrous                     from the nearby meadows
 The corner store on Apostles Row, Countesthorpe Road, South Wigston.   moves.  My  favourite  was   faded green in the dawning
           conkers, played in the chill                   light. Their  udders swol-
           of  autumn  with  chestnuts                    len with our breakfast. We
           aplenty.  Two opponents,  each                would lie in the soft dewy
           with a chestnut threaded onto              grass beneath  a teat  and pull
           string, took turns to shatter the        gently for a squirt of unpasteur-
           opposing conker. And so I was            ized milk. We finished off with a
           introduced to cheating where             feast of apples scrumped  from
           highly competitive boys would            Big  Mooney’s  orchard when he
           boil a conker in vinegar or fill it with  wasn’t looking. In the spinney  be-
           glue.                                low we screamed in suspended fright
              We moved to a house  in semi-     swinging over the creek on a knotted
           rural Leicestershire in an uninviting  rope tied to the overhanging branch
 Photo: Paul Leicester.  obscure reason. It was several pegs   tallied for best fisherman.
           terrace called Apostles Row for some  of a tree.
                                                   Tiddlers were patiently hooked
           down from the one we had vacated,  with a bent pin, put in a jam jars and
           at a much cheaper rent. Still church-


 Blue Bank canal lock, South Wigston.   mouse poor, my father had difficulty   Our favourite sport was to shoot
           finding work. Groceries were bought  pointy-ended arrows into the air
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