FRIENDSHIP Aw, have you got to go Beryl? Theres a cup and half left in the pot. We can have half a cup each Ooh Im tempted but little Wilfs going to the match tomorrow with his dad and Ive got twenty rows to do before I finish his balaclava. Ive made one for his dad too. Theyre like two peas in a pod are big Wilf and little Wilf. Anyway Im off. See you tomorrow Flo. Bye Alice At a kitchen table, somewhere in the Manchester of the 1950s, a woman soon to become a Nana, and another woman soon to gain the aptly rhyming nickname of The Malice purse their lips and look skywards. Silence, except for the clicking of heels in a hallway, followed by the sound of a door shutting... Did you hear THAT Alice? I had to hold meself back Flo Two peas in a bloody pod?! She forgets we went to them G.I dances with her, whilst her Wilf was away fighting the war. That kid should be lassoing Trigger not watching football I just concentrated on me slice of cake. I didnt know where to put me face. Has she no shame? If she was Catholic, shed be choking on that wafer, of a Sunday Hes just as bad. Red headed, with a kid who looks like Mario Lanza. Well you know what they say? Theres none so blind, as them that dont want to see Break his heart if he ever found out. He idolises that kid. And theyve never had another, have they?...Has HE had one at all? ALICE! Dont be wicked Youre still laughing though Well hell never hear it from my lips. Dont carry gossip. Thats how I was raised...Pass us that pot?...Cant have good tea going to waste Ooh I love a strong cuppa ( ew its stewed) He has got bad eyesight though Who? Big Wilf you daft apeth! My Bob says hes rubbish at Bowls. I wonder hes not lost his hearing as well. All that bombing when he was abroad, and no way did his tin helmet cover them massive lumps he calls ears..Have you seen little Wilfs ears? Petite Exactly! ... Pass us that last piece of cake...Unless you want it? Ive had loads thanks. You have it (Next time try putting some more marge in it..Ive had moister sawdust) Thatll keep me going til tea...Mind you, I knew she was on to a winner, when little Wilf was born three months premature weighing 9lb 4oz and nowt was said Dont you think we should have a word with her? in case the worst should happen. Hes growing up is little Wilf, and youve got to admit, he looks very Latin ...Not everyone is as discreet as you and me, and half of Manchester was in the Alhambra that night How do you know it was THAT night? Oh come on Flo. That wasnt a parachute round her ankles, when we found em down the entry, and they were NOT Jitterbugging I wonder the 5th column didnt try to recruit you for your marvelous memory (cept when you have a borrow)...Im saying nowt. Not for me to judge. And shes me best pal...After you ...
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 09:47:17 +0000