This is PART TWO - if you didn't read my previous post, it may not make sense, if you want to pop off and read it now, we'll wait here for you,won't we girls?
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Oh! you're back.
Following on from Liam's antics the previous evening, I was in my kitchen getting tea ready.
"Are you there, Swampy?" he called as he let himself in.
"I'm out here," I shouted back.
Now, as you can see from his pic - the long lustrous locks of his youth had long gone. I thought he was gorgeous, but he always felt self conscious in public and never went anywhere without his beloved baseball cap.
(I even put it on top of his coffin at his funeral, sniff.)
He would usually take it off when he came in and put it down with his keys and 'phone.
This particular day, he left it on.
I was just about to ask him about it when I spotted a carrier bag in his hand.
"Ooooh, lovely! Have you got me some treasure?" I squealed, jumping about.
He put on his 'mock stern' face, "For goodness sake, Swamp! Stop jumping about - yer making a draught!"
He handed me the bag. Inside there was a lovely huge piece of fabric.
He never let me down. "Oh it's lovely," I breathed.
He beamed at me, "I thought it would be just the job for that big black doll you're working on. It would really compliment her colouring."
"Are you sure you're not gay?" I joked.
He altered his voice up a pitch and adding a lisp, he walked into the kitchen, hand on hip, walking on tiptoe,
"Look, how many more times do I have to tell you. I only help the boys out when they're busy."
He had his back to me and took off his cap.
When he turned round, I couldn't believe my eyes.
The lump on his forehead was even worse than the night before. It was almost like this.....
We both laughed again.
"It's not too bad" he said. "But when I was getting the fabric from the Charity Shop, I'd forgotten about it and took me cap off 'cos it was hot in there."
"Which Charity Shop did you go to? Did they notice it? Did they say anything?" I quizzed.
He told me which one it was. I don't use it nowadays, so it's safe to tell you.......
The woman in there was strange...........very strange.
I referred to her as Morticia.
He called her "Witchipoo."
In truth - she had some characteristics of both!
"She's a right miserable sod, he said. "She didn't even smile when I told her how I did it."
"Surely she smiled when you told her about the jug?" I said.
He stared at me in disbelief and said, very seriously,
" Don't be daft, I didn't tell her about the jug. I only told her about the hook.
I didn't want her to think I was bonkers!"
Oh how that man would make me laugh!
Oh how I miss him!