The second time I got a punch on the jaw was working on an early morning milk delivery round before heading to school, aged 14.
One of the other teens was annoyed I had to leave early to make the 8.05 am coach that bussed us to the Catholic school 9 miles away (the local council seemed disinclined to support or permit a Catholic secondary in our district).
Anyway – back on the milk run – ‘Wally’ bopped me just as I was jumping off the milk float’s back step.
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