Funeral no 2
Don't tell me you’ve dropped your bundle old boy? My boy Jim.
Just come back for a day Grandpa. We’ll drink beer out of a pewter tankard and talk of things, and you can smile with that big toothy grin of yours and smooth back your six hairs on your broad, wise head and look proudly at us all and say, my chillen you’ve come around to eat all my biscuits and crack the same old gags that make me feel warm and safe.
Take me out to the workshop. Light up your pipe with its wonderful aroma and show me how to saw and hammer and carve. I’ll fart and you can shoosh Sammy the dog out and laugh like mad later when you discover its me, and we’ll blame Nan’s cooking and the broad beans.
Jim's second funeral experience was very different. He was hung-over again but it didn't take aw
