...not in our house he wasn’t!
My mum had many fine qualities and attributes – a nurturing spirit, someone who I could always turn to and one of the few individuals I could rely on for loyalty and understanding.
The one thing she didn’t have was a sense of humour at times!
She couldn’t understand puerile pranks in particular; like the time I arrived home one Christmas Eve afternoon and shoved the biggest courgette imaginable through our letter box and shouted:
“Mum, mum, run for your life – the Martians are coming!”
She turned round to my father and merely said “What’s he going on about, Jim?”
Not even a smile...
Admittedly alcohol was involved in thinking up the practical joke in the first place. Why did I bother? The cost of a phallic proportioned courgette at that time of year was half a week’s wages, anyway.
God give her Paradise...
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