Good Morning peeps and peepettes. Its 6.15 am and the sun is struggling through the rain clouds. My moggies asleep and alls well with the world. Hope You are all bright and bubbly today?
It was hay time down in Cornwall and the top-heavy cart coming from the field had overturned in the lane. Its young driver looked at the fallen load in dismay.
"Cum in fer a dish o' tay", said a motherly soul to the boy as he stood there."We'll give 'e a 'and gettin' it right after. You'll feel more like loadin' again after a drink and a sit down."
"Aah best not, Faather won't like un," said the boy doubtfully.
"Faather won't knaw nowt 'bout un," said the woman comfortingly and led the boy, still reluctant, into the house to join her family.
Half an hour later, all emerged to view the situation, the lad thanking the lady but repeating that his father wouldn't like it at all.
"Rubbish," she said, "I'll deal with your faather. Where's 'e to?"
"Under the 'ay", said the boy.
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Wizzard on Thu Aug 14, 2008 6:25 am, edited 1 time in total.
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile
