02-Mar-2003, 11:10 PM
Hi, Another to make you laugh. Going back a long time, when the milkman used to deliver milk with a horse and cart, and ladle it into jugs for you. Lived at Bent Bridge and grew roses, father did, and always said that the stronger the horse manure, the sweeter the smell of the roses. Milkman`s horse used to stop in front of our house and leave the days supply of horse manure on the road, which step-mum collected as soon as cart moved on, and put it on the roses. One day the horse over-ran the stop to next door. Step-mum at ready with shovel when neighbour from two houses down appeared with shovel and ran to collect supply. Confrontation!!!! two ladies who should have known better nearly fighting as to whose supply it was, which in temper was thrown into adjacent field, so nobody got it.. Sorry, I should have called it fertiliser, but its taken me ages to get used to calling it manure instead of what neighbour called it. Incidentally, in those years we had hot summers, and the garden really ponged when the sun beat down, no wonder the roses smelled sweet, it was competition. From over the Pennines, Regards, Bill.