Jesus paying me back?
In the summer of 1973, I was 18 years old awaiting
exam results and about to leave school. I left late and as it was such a
beautiful afternoon, I decided to walk home.
I went into Bearman’s department store and perused their reduced
records. Coming across one by
I continued my journey along Leytonstone High Road until I reached the police station. At this point a uniformed policemen blocked my path. Blind panic gripped me - I was consumed with guilt, how did he know of my misdemeanour? My stomach did all kinds of gymnastics, should I run, confess or brazen it out?
“Would you mind being part of an identification line up?”
Feeling totally relieved I was only too happy to take part. I didn’t receive Half a Crown fee but I wasn’t upset because although I had a ‘ criminal record‘ I still had my freedom.
Ralph Innocentish Edmunds