Both my grandmothers were born in the latter part of the nineteenth century-and both died twenty years ago having lived to a ripe old age.They both had pianos and regularly had singsongs which were also pretty ghastly affairs ,but I suppose they thought were great fun.At Christmas these often began rather piously,with Christmas carols etc but before too long ,after several glasses of my grandmother"s home made ginger wine,a bit of ribaldry would creep in -I didnt care for it much,it was always my father"s mother who started it, and my father who would cough and say,---"thats enough mother' to which she would reply,"Oh Dear,Alfred,what have I said to upset you? I was only making my own fun!



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