Looks like "it" to me Dick.

       Tales from the mists of history.  I joined the Fire Service at Whitehaven in 1973, got promoted to LFm (Leading Fireman) in 1978 and we moved to Penrith on June 2nd that year; we've never been able to escape since.  T B H I don't recall either of us really trying too hard.
       I was 36 the year we moved here, 46 years ago so I suppose I'm nearly as much a Penrithian as a Speeatrie lad. (Cumbrian Spelling as I keep saying is both optional, and phonetic. An Englishman would probably mispronounce the commonest spelling as "Spy a try")
      Many years ago I bought a "Soilmaker"; a New Zealand contraption which "does what it said on the tin".  We never made enough vegetable rubbish for a traditional Compost heap but this works.
       Where does Dick come in?  Well "Old Nocky" R. I. P. did, from time to time regale us with tales from a bygone age.
       One ran thus:-
A mixture was concocted, of mashed Spud (Lunchtime) and Gravy, mixed well and inserted into the instep of Dick's Shoe. THEN:-
      "What's that on thee Shoe Dick? looks like **it t'me"
      "Aye, it does; what d'you think?"  Old Nocky swiped a sample with his finger and tasted it.
      "Aye. Tastes like **it an all."  All in front of the recent Sprog.  Elfin Safety had practically put a stop to such light entertainment by I joined.
       I shovelled some from the bottom of my Earthmaker© and thought "Looks like soil to me." and the train joined the track.
       I saw no point in showing the Bucket; it's about the same age as our Marriage but outlasted it.
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Did I ever mention the Battered Fish?