[Margaret Pilkington]

When I was a student nurse working at Blackburn Royal Infirmary, I came off duty and was waiting for a bus on the main road.
There were four of us waiting...all students. One of Scale's hearses turned up. It was going back into Blackburn. It didn't have a coffin in it. The driver offered us all a lift into town. (anything to save fourpence) Three of my colleagues managed to squash into the front seats. No room in there for me
I told the driver that I would wait for the bus.
'No, don't do that...you can ride in the back' he said.
He jumped out and opened the back door.
I sat where the coffin would go and my legs were down into a little sort of well.
It was one of the most uncomfortable lifts I had ever had.
When we got to Mincing Lane the driver asked if he could drop us off there.....of course we all said 'yes'.
My friends got out, but I was stuck in the back...no handle on the inside of the door(well anyone riding back there would not be needing a handle to get out would they?).
I said to the driver 'don't forget about me'. He came round the back and let me out. I told him that it was one of the most uncomfortable rides I had ever he had. He laughed and said that I was the first person ever to tell him that and it was the one and only time I would climb out of the back of one of those and get to talk about it.

It still makes me chuckle when I think about it.