Arthur Pound, in Brixham. Arthur had been to Everest, trying to find the wedding ring lost by one of Ed Hilary' s blokes in 1953 or something,but instead of that, Arthur found a new zest for life, learned how to make momos, and could regale his grandkids to be, with this feat, until about,..2035 ish..?
'Arfur Pound, plammer, ello?',came the plaintive,weedy voice down the receiver.
Two hours later, a small, mousy 50 something bloke arrived, and seemed badly in need of two things..a haircut , and a toilet.
'Oim basstin fer a bog moit so oi spose oid better arry ap n fix vis ven shall oi?'
Disgusted, I walked off only to find daddy and Rosie whispering in the kitchen.
'We were just talking....