(November 9, 2017 at 4:14 pm)Khemikal Wrote: Yer Mum.
Nah. When Mam wanted something put back, it was more like, 'WHO DA FECK LEFT DERE FECKING SHOES ON DA FECKING SOFA!?'
When I was grown, she revealed a trick she used to use on us, that we'd never caught on to. We had a two story house, and whenever she'd hear a loud bang or thud from upstairs, she'd call out, 'Oi, you! Pick up yer trousers!' With six boys in the house, it was a fair bet that whoever made the thud had at least one pair of trousies on the floor, and picking them up would distract that person from whatever they were doing that was making the racket.
Innit amazing...the older we get, the smarter our parents become.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
