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“That’s your final card for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Congratulations to Maureen for her win and have a good trip home.”
Reg’s final spiel was the same as every session we attended at Bingo. We couldn’t have guessed it was the start of the angel visits.
We started to pack our stuff away – bags, dobbers, glasses, outside coats. The staff – Lauren, George, Marian and Lesley – had already finished closing down the kitchen, bar, reception and ticket office and were wandering the floor with black bags in hand picking up the detritus of the evening and emptying the money from the party bingo machines..
As usual it was mostly only us diehards left for the late session – Maureen clutching the envelope with her win, old Sam with his rucksack, Beth with her enormous knitted bag, t
