hi folks..hope this little story may give you all a giggle...im still in stitches here...for some time now i have often wondered why i was christened at holy trinity church birchfield road when i was born in paddington st a stones throw away from st georges church..anyhow i visited our dad today and asked him if he could remember why....he told me because we lived at no 2 grosvenor avenue at the time moving there when i was only a few weeks old (something i didnt know)...i then asked him how come my brother was born in paddington st as well then 3 years later and this is the funny bit (well i think so)...mom and dad shared the house with another women..mom and dad had the front and the women had the back but they had to share a kitchen..anyhow this women had no thought for keeping the noise down and constantly woke me up banging and clattering around the house..one day mom had had enough of it so had yet another word with this woman in the kitchen...all hell broke loose..pots and pans flying everywhere then our mom whacked this woman with a frying pan..they both had to go to court for it and mom got 6 months bound over and dad nearly got sent down for contempt for standing up and calling this woman a liar..dont know what happened with the other woman....this is so typical of our mom..very placid till took to the limit....so after this little episode they had to move back in with our nan and this is how my brother was also born in paddington st....mystery solved....the great thing is no 2 grosvenor avenue is still there and this is the only house i lived in as a child that is still around...hoping to get a google pic of it...
im still laffin about it ...its like something from a comedy film even though i know its not right for 2 grown women to come to blows......
lyn
im still laffin about it ...its like something from a comedy film even though i know its not right for 2 grown women to come to blows......
lyn
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