Between Showers

I’ll tell you one thing I’m fed up with all this marmalade.

When I was across at my mother’s she remembered the following.  My Grandad was desperate for a smoke and hadn’t got time to go the corner shop before he went to work.  He asked my Uncle and gave him 10d; this was in 1949 so my Uncle would have been 9.  He asked him to get ten woodbines.  On the way to the shop he met his pal and became ‘distracted’.  Remembering just in time his message he went to the corner shop but couldn’t remember what he had been told to get.  My grandad wasn’t happy.  My Uncle returned home as his Dad left for work with a bunch of carrots.  My Grandad had to go the corner shop and explain.  By the time he got to work he was docked by a quarter of an hour.  This family story still brings a bead of sweat to my Uncle’s back; he’s now 80.

Never creep up on a kazoo.