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The Scary Solicitor

1974 I was looking for premises to open a bookshop of my own. Once found at No 10 Beaumont Road I had to sign the lease at the local solicitor’s office. A musty dark office, a solicitor in a well made tweed suit asked “Have you brought your chequebook?”.  I removed my chequebook from my handbag, he grabbed it from me and wrote a cheque out for fifty pence (I was shocked nobody wrote in another’s chequebook), he then thrust it back at me pointing “Sign Here!!”. I mutely did as was bid, also signing the lease, determined to flee the office as soon as I could.

 

 

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