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I stood there bemused, until the sharp point of a pike emerged over the top of the fence, followed by the wrinkled face of old Mr Hopkins.
“You kids scared me ‘alf to death, thought it were the Germans,” he said.
“What’s wrong with him?” I said, as Tom shouted again.
“Sound like he’s ‘aving a cerebral pulse. Gi’ ‘im a slap,” he said.
I gave Tom a gentle tap on the cheek.
“’arder than that!” called Mr Hopkins, so I gave him a real. It worked, he shook his head twice, and then took another sip of his beer.
“Thanks,” I said, “So what was he saying?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, a s he disappeared back behind the fence.
Later that day, a limousine pulled up outside next door, and who should jump out, but Mr Hopkins, now in a dapper suit. He went up to Tom, and stuffed ten pound note in his pocket. “Aubergine Dream, by a nose,” he said with a drunken smile. “75-1 outsider. Thanks kid.”
I stood there bemused, until the sharp point of a pike emerged over the top of the fence, followed by the wrinkled face of old Mr Hopkins.
“You kids scared me ‘alf to death, thought it were the Germans,” he said.
“What’s wrong with him?” I said, as Tom shouted again.
“Sound like he’s ‘aving a cerebral pulse. Gi’ ‘im a slap,” he said.
I gave Tom a gentle tap on the cheek.
“’arder than that!” called Mr Hopkins, so I gave him a real. It worked, he shook his head twice, and then took another sip of his beer.
“Thanks,” I said, “So what was he saying?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, a s he disappeared back behind the fence.
Later that day, a limousine pulled up outside next door, and who should jump out, but Mr Hopkins, now in a dapper suit. He went up to Tom, and stuffed ten pound note in his pocket. “Aubergine Dream, by a nose,” he said with a drunken smile. “75-1 outsider. Thanks kid.”