Ok story.Postman arrived in the village of Hunmanby Tuesday afternoon hungry.Was going to buy from local shop a meal deal.But saw the tea room was open and doing a good trade.Two summer's back dead as a dodo.So one latte and a hot sarnie off I goes to Ernies. that night fish and chips.Next day dinner is at lunchtime where I take him to the church cafe,two course meal and a brew.Cold sarnie at tea time.Yesterday took him to the tea room,now the new ladies who now have it turns out one was the local taxi driver,but fancied a change.So knowing Ernie they allow him to take his electric scooter in to the cafe,very narrow cafe.So lunch is consumed and I am stood at the counter. Just going to pay,we are the last in,it did have eight others plus a couple of walk in takeouts.He now is putting his key in the ignition,before he has sat in it.He has draped his walking stick over the handlebars,somehow he starts it off,it knocks him to the ground,comes towards me and the counter and afridge knocking over two tables seven chairs and scattering our cups.I jumps in between it and the counter Knock the walking stick off the handlebars and turns off the power.My shoe is the only thing between me and a thousand pounds worth of damage the tables have stopped it from moving any further forward but the engine is still trying to move it on,we turn and he now is laid out on the cafe floor winded.Well after twenty mins he drives home and the cafe owners are ok,later that night we go to the pub for dinner.I am back home for a rest,Ernie on the other hand is going to the village pub for a couple of pints what a visit.
