General Chat

When we moved in in 1964, Mrs Harris lived at number four and Fred's mate#f amily at number five. Mrs Harris was in her seventies and a typical granny who looked after all the neighbour's children, made jam and wore a floral wrap-over pinny.

Our friend M burbles on, talking rubbish most of the time (homeless people stole that shed) and insists on reading out excerpts from the paper to us.

This afternoon, we three were in my front room, Fred's mate on the left, me in the middle, facing across them to the television which was on low and messing about with the cat. M was to my right with the paper, gabbling on about who knows what.

Fred's mate and I were talking about something that involved the television.

M chimed in about that man who wants a head transplant and said it reminded him of the Monty Python sketch about the man who had an ****hole transplant and was rejected by it.

I actually caught that bit of his burbling but Fred's mate evidently did not because I heard him say[- " The first one I ever saw was Mrs Harris's. She invited us in to look at. It was fourteen inches square I think."

He was describing a square with his hands as I slowly sank to the floor.

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(wipes sprayed plonk off keyboard)

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'Mrs Brown's boys' has nothing on you and your household Sharron lol!!

I often have to be a mindreader with o.h. as he flits ftom conversation to conversation and I have to guess where his mind is going.

Never a dull moment for you eh?

Lizxx

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Mr Wilkinson must have slept well last night.

I was not expecting it to be here this morning.

Who is Mr. Wilkinson?

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You have a real talent for story telling you might think about taking it further - you have years of plots and some great characters. There is a black hole for humour for the over 30s ( hence all the repeats of Summer Wine etc ) and the radio are always looking for new writers.

In any case don't stop posting your funny stories.

Could you send M over here please - sounds like just what I need... :-D

14 INCH ,THINK OURS WAS 12 INCH,,,,
AN YES COFFEE SPLUTTERED LAPTOP.

As I recall, there were doors on Mrs Harris's as well.

Mr Wilkinson was the man on 'Open All Hours' who told Granville not to think about eggs but to have the wholesome fried bread with his bacon.That is who I picture as RRing everything.