VIC BARLOW TAKES AN ALTERNATIVE LOOK AT LIFE IN MACCLESFIELD Isn’t it amazing how relationships evolve over the years?
RELATIONSHIPS are odd don’t you think? I remember collecting my dad for a Sunday lunchtime session at his local club.
He was brushing his jacket in the mirror and fixing his tie as my mother nagged: “I hope you are not going to that club again? That’s three times this week and you still haven’t fixed the water heater. Penguins couldn’t survive in the water I bathe in while you go off to that club talking about your stupid football and playing snooker…”
In the middle of this tirade my dad turned and asked me if his tie was straight. I nodded and pushed him out of the door.
“How do you put up with that?” I asked. “What?” “My mother…” “Why, what’s she been saying?”
He hadn’t listened to a word she’d said since 1945 yet they rubbed along together without any great drama for over 50 years.
I caught my granddad fast asleep in his greenhouse once.
“Are you alright, granddad?” I asked. “Aye lad, it’s thi gran.” “Why what’s she done?” “She woke me up at three o’clock this morning. I though we’d been burgled.”
“What did she want, granddad?” “She wanted a chicken.” “Why did she want a chicken?”
“Not now…for Christmas” “But it’s only June.” “Try telling your gran that.”
It’s amazing isn’t it how relationships evolve?
My uncle told me shortly after they married my aunt would leave him notes covered in kisses when he arrived home from a late shift telling him she was ‘waiting’ for him in bed.
Over the years he said the notes changed to: ‘These are your boots … shift ‘em.’
I wonder how the Queen and Prince Philip rub along behind closed doors?
“Good night, dear. Did you remember to set the bugler for seven ‘o’clock?”
I’m guessing they get along together pretty good. It does happen as couples get older. God knows they deserve some love after a lifetime of dedicated service.
‘Good night, dear. Did
you remember to set the bugler for
●● Macclesfield Forest in all its glory