Well I guess I should add one of my Dad’s stories as well. Before my family left England when I was the ripe old age of ten, my Father traveled on business from time to time, I recall him returning from a trip when I was perhaps seven or eight. He spoke of the Bed & Breakfast at which he stayed. The room in which he rested had no lock and of course the bathroom was down the hall.
He spoke of the landlady who asked “What time do you want to be knocked up?”. It probably would have been even funnier if the landlord had said the same to a female guest. As she retired, the same landlady opening Dad’s door when he was putting on his pajamas said to my him “I’ll bring ya a cuppa tea in the morning”
Faithful to her word, Dad’s door opened the next morning and in walks the landlady with a cuppa tea. She places it with a rattle on the night stand and says, “… and if you don’t loik sugar, Don’t sturr it!”.
Every now and again I think of Dad laughing as he told this story time and time again.
We still say that from time to time. Nostalgia, if I might call it that, is a wonderful emotion.
I do wish he was still here to chat with me!