“Goodbye then and have a good day” was all he said but the voice he said it with resonated deep in his chest and with the passionate inflections peculiar to the Welsh people.
I was transported back more than forty years. The extended family gathered around a battered upright piano, my Mamgee vamping out the chords while Gramp provided the vocals in his approximation of a performance by a concert singer. “Bless this house, O Lord we pray, make it safe by night …. anddd d a y”, he hammed. “Sh Jim, sh” calmed Mamgee, ever the one to preserve propriety.
C r a f t y P e o p l e ---- confessions of a lapsed reader 
Monday, January 21, 2008 at 12:45
ahh yes – and not to forget the fact she considered it polite to eat everything with a spoon if possible “what, even soup?” we would ask
Monday, January 21, 2008 at 22:26
Errr.. did you mean to type “fork” instead of “spoon”?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008 at 9:21
yes – I did – what an idiot – good job you read your comments!