Hi living opposite at 27, I was friends with Henry Harding, (never knew his Dads name). Bit older than me, I can remember playing marbles with him, led me stray. Also I used to go to their house after school and wait for Mom, about 1966-69 I reckon.
I remember them in the back room everyday I went, listening to horse racing, checking their bets. I am sure there was a piano in the front room, that would of been the shop front, couldn’t help but touch it and play