Front Room Treatment
Looking back, it seemed we always had a lot of Aunties and Uncles. I don’t know, I suppose we had no more than anybody else, but there was always one or two coming round all the time.
There was one in particular I remember, Aunty Jane. Now, she must have been somebody a bit special, because she used to have the Front Room Treatment. She used to come in, if I remember, that’s how it always seemed to me anyhow. Come in, sit down, upright chair. Handbag between her legs. That was Aunt Jane.
And one day Mum says to me
“Ern, slip round the shop, round to Mrs Mapins’s and get me a pound of jam strawberry if she’s got it. Tell her I haven’t got any money but I’ll send it round Friday if I can manage it.”
Well,, after a lot of huffing and puffing, I didn’t want to go, anyhow I went. Brought the jam back, and was just going to open the front door when I dropped it. Oh dear. Smashed it to smithereens, of course I did. All over the front porch. Jim comes out. Give me a damn good hiding., I don’t know why, he swore blind, I don’t know if he remembers it or no, but he thought I’d done it deliberately because I didn’t want to go.
Anyhow, I hope Aunty Jane enjoyed her bread and butter.
