I grew up in a village where everybody knew everyone else. I met my future wife in a nearby town at the age of seventeen and married at nineteen. We bought our first house in the village, a brownstone cottage with spiders as big as small dogs. My new wife, by now a twenty year old childsnatcher, joined me in our new home. She did a two year probationary period where the locals would only speak to her if I was with her but after that she was accepted and respected.
Most of the village social life was in the pubs, one of which had a thatched roof with wet sacks over the beer barrels. The village elders would have their favourite seat. If you happened to be in their seat when they came in you gave up the seat, nothing needed to be said.
The village had a wide range of Characters. One lovely old chap would come into the pub, go up to the bar and order a pint costing 11d, thats 11d not 11p, go to his favourite seat,take a drink of beer and with a lovely smile would always say " You think you're alright when you Ain't ( = are not ). I thought then and still do what wise words they were, I just wish that I knew what they mean. He was by profession a Bookies Runner. This was before the days of Herge's Adventures of Tinternet.
When we started our family, a daughter and a son,we moved to the city.
Last year I lost my darlng wife after 57 years of hardly ever apart.
I now live in the city in an empty house.
How do you spell Cartharsis? - Is it good for you?
Is Nostalgia a thing of the past? ( Or how the Hell do you get through it )
Today my daughter took myself and my Great grandson to a Meet the Animals farm and lunch, laughter all the way.
Nil Desperandum
