Re: Funny thing
My grandfather was a roundsman for Lyons' Tea in north east London. His horse, Pimple, knew the round, and Grandpa only had to say "Giddap" as he walked out of the shop he'd just delivered to, and Pimple would make his way unerringly to the next stop. Grandpa never even had to get into the van, but walked alongside it. But, and it was a pretty big "But", at the last stop, Pimple knew it was soon nosebag time, so Grandpa used to have to tie the reins to a lamppost or similar piece of street furniture, otherwise Pimple was off home before Grandpa had returned from the shop. Many was the time Pimple arrived back at the yard some time before Grandpa, who had had to walk several miles to catch up. Then he was issued with a motor van, but that was considerably less reliable than Pimple, and kept breaking down far from base.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
