Happily ever after
Jul 15, 2021
3 minutes
June Seston, 86, Ipswich
Hurrying down the street, a wolf whistle stopped me in my tracks.
Looking round, I spotted two teenage boys on bicycles, grinning at me.
Cheeky lads! I thought, heading to the chemist’s where I worked.
It was 1950, I was 15 and certainly not offended.
Back then, wolf whistles were something most boys did when they thought a girl was pretty.
Days later, the shop bell tinkled and one of the teenagers walked
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