I love the way this has turned into the Four Yorkshireman sketch.
'Going to the Goldstone on your own at 7. You were tied t' apron strings. I was born at twenty to three on a Saturday. I cut the cord, slapped the midwife, nicked an ambulance, then parked up int south west corner. I were there...
I've told Margaret and Ethel about your pending transfer. Much excitement. Ethel needed a stiff whisky after I showed her your wedding photo. 'Are they still together ?' she asked. I said you were happily married but she seems to have turned carefree in her old age. Arthur seemed to show a lot...
I spoke to a work colleague a while back who couldn't believe that I was walking to school on my own by the age of seven. If I had turned up at Junior School accompanied by my Mum it would have been the ultimate humiliation. 'Mum, I'm EIGHT for crying out loud. This is so embarrassing'