I remember when my granny died, the police came to the door to inform my mother, as granny lived forty miles away and no-one had phones. Also, I remember, that as a four year old I was terrified of the two policeman in uniform who came with the sad news.
That day out of the blue, my mother had decided to visit my granny, it took three buses and a train and it cost a fortune in fares, money she couldn't really afford.
My uncle walked us to catch the bus home , returned to granny's house and found her dead. That memory has stuck in my mind. It was as if my mother had a premonition that something was wrong.
Lame Limericks (but they are funny anyway) (