Flossie and Teasay (Teresa) are in their late sixties.They are now grannies and Mossie and Maisie,their parents,are in their nineties.Mossie is still active enough.he smokes his way through 20 fags a day and aside from an occassional bout of gout he is game enough.He still goes on the occassional batter.Maisie gave the fags up thirty years ago and always hated the drink.She is contrary since she gave up the fags and bristles at the very thought of Mossie heading for the pub.She absolutely hates him slobbering around the place.
Mossie was a great provider when he was able and is still very tasty around the house.No better man to clean out a fire grate ,set the fire and leave a knacky bundle of kindling at the back door.
Recently Mossie went on the batter for three days.She was enraged and gave him hell.His murrin burned out on thr third day and he landed home well locked and slobbering.Age was again him and he said the storm was now over."Would you like a sandwich ?""Love one,roast beef with a touch of mustard please."
"Sit down there dear and relax.Anything else?""Yep I'd love a good footbath to soothe my feet.""Is that warm enough?""Grand."
As she finished pouring the contents of the basin over his head she bolted for the door and shouted over her shoulder "I'll be at me sisters Daisies if you want me."
He had five days of pure bliss before he relented.
And so it goes.Happy Father's Day.
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