Cold,wet and miserable

today so I'm in the warmth and done a pile of ironing and was thinking of my Mam.
She was a soft touch and this book reminded me of how daft she was
(Well generous really) 
My Dad always worked so the lot of us never went without.

As a child Gypsies were regular visitors at the house.They must have tipped each other off.As it was unlucky to turn them away or so Mam said we had plenty lace and heather.
One lucky gypsy girl was given MY coat.

So many tales but two more Classics are of the time we sat in the dark because she gave a neighbour a shilling for her electric meter and the time a tramp came to the door and she gave him my dads dinner !
Years later I asked if my Dad went mad.
She just said "probably "