Following on from my previous post, and just as a little aside, a memory from yesteryear has pushed its way forth.Here 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,
‘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.
Two 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.
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!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
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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hahaha funny story 🙂
True too. My Dad had a wicked sense of humour.
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.
I love silk flowers, and still have my ‘corsage’ from our wedding in 1991.
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