30-05-2019, 08:59 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I could never wear wooly socks, or any heavy type socks for that matter, they make my feet feel they are immersed in concrete for some reason, maybe they had those awful creamy white long surgical stockings on my Mother when she was giving birth to me and she developed an itch in her big toe, unable to scratch it she had to suffer it out, but by then the message had got through to the infant, beware of woolly socks me lad.
I only wear the thinnest socks available, even in severely cold weather, wherever ye be keep yer feet fresh and free.
True enough Pug me lad.
Locketman reminds me of a true event that happened in a small workshop in town, I was still an apprentice at the time and the man I was apprenticed to got in a fairly large ladies 18ct.gold locket in for repair, the anchor ring that holds the gold chain on had broken off. The locket was very old and was of great sentimental value to the owner, who was a wealthy regular customer to the shop.
Before he could put any heat to the piece in order to solder on a new ring he had to remove the two old photographs that were inside first, he did this (I was watching his every move as I was supposed to do) but he forgot to check around the inside rims of the locket where some folks keep a piece of hair belonging to a loved one who has passed on, I knew this because my granny had a bit of her Mother’s hair in an old silver locket she wore, when I mentioned this to him I got the “Who the f…k do you think your telling” look, and he proceeded to solder. then a tiny whiff of smoke and a weak sizzle and that was the bit of hair gone. Curses from yerman, then I said that I had noticed a bit of hair sticking out of the rim just before he vaporised it, and it was silver grey in colour, now all he had to do was go into the office and ask the old secretary Miss Byrne for a sprig of her lovely silver hair, he did, the job was finished and polished, the customer was happy and nobody was ever the wiser.
Well? don’t be looking at me, I was only a kid and I merely suggested a way out, the “Master” was the real culprit, and the grumpy old dastard never even thanked me.