Hi Dickie, Just a bit of my Autobioghraphy, saves me thinking to hard now.
" The Coalman also had a horse and cart, and would deliver two or three hundred weight of coal, in one hundred weight bags, carried on there shoulder and tipped into the cellar under the stairs, if Nan was busy she would say to me, count the bags they fetch in so they don't diddle me, not every body was honest, even in them days.
On Sunday's, we would all go down to the British Legion, Grandpa would play Dominos, or cards, and drink beer with his mates, Nan, Tony, and I, would sit in a little room off the side of the bar, called the Lady's Lounge, Nan would have a Stout, and Tony and I would have a soft drink called Velenta, similar to Kola, and a bag of Smiths Crisps, Grandpa would pop his head round the door to see if we wanted anything, between games. When we got home, Nan would serve up the dinner, that had been cooking while we were out, after dinner Nan would dish up the after's, usually custard and pudding, or rhubarb, then Grandpa would sit me on his lap, lay back in his big wooden armchair and have a pipe of tobacco, then fall asleep, smelling of beer and custard.
Lovely memories.
All the best from Keith ( K9 )
