Tulips in winter

Following on from my previous post, and just as a little aside, a memory from yesteryear has pushed its way forth.tangentHere I am off on my tangent again.

It was before 1965 as we were still living in the council house, and along with Green Shield Stamps,
stamp books‘Free Gifts’ were all the rage from wine glasses with petrol to plastic flowers with washing powder.

There was a lot of snow that winter, so it could have been the Big Freeze of 1963, and Mum had collected over a dozen plastic tulips in a variety of colours with her ‘washes whiter than white’ washing powder.

Dad decided to ‘plant them’ in the snow in the front garden.
The guy next door (who liked his beer) complimented him on his ‘show’, so Dad said they were a new strain of the flower designed for winter blooming.
tulipsTwo days later, the tulips had all disappeared, and the guy next door had a black eye.
When asked what had happened, he said that he’d upset the wife, and wanted to make his peace with flowers. As he’d spent his last bob down the pub, he decided to pick Dad’s tulips, with every intention of replacing the bulbs for next year.

His wife had been even more furious then because he couldn’t tell the difference between plastic and the real thing.
So she hit him.
thumped

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Tulips in winter

  1. scifihammy says:

    hahaha funny story 🙂

  2. Oh heavens, this is a brilliant tale. I love the humor of your dad, but could it get any better than adding the disgruntled neighboring wife and drunken spouse? This should really be an episode in a sitcom.
    And I’ve often been tempted to just plant plastic and silk plants and flowers outside rather than the real thing. It would solve sooo many of my “gardening” problems.

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