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<blockquote data-quote="Exfarmer" data-source="post: 7656051" data-attributes="member: 1951"><p>Moving to Norfolk from sedate Buckinghamshire, caused me amusement one day.</p><p>on the farm was a cricket pitch, where sometimes I would amble along for a cup of tea in the interval, and to watch my neighbours showing off their skills in the field, I having none such my self.</p><p>My immediate neighbour's wife was quite a straight laced lady who lived in the centre of the village with her farmer husband who were the heart and soul of the club. She was feared by many of the younger members wives, as her eye said all about the quality of the teas laid on. In fact they were all unfailingly good and the club had a wide renown in the cricket community not just for being one of the oldest in the country but the quality of said teas. </p><p>One day enjoying a cup and and a delicious cake I found myself taking to Mrs X , she asked me totally straight faced if I had seen the Roger in the field yesterday, I nearly spat my cake all over her as I did my very best to suppress my laughter, having not a clue what Roger meant in Norfolk speak<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite20" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL :ROFLMAO:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite20" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL :ROFLMAO:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite20" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL :ROFLMAO:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" /></p><p>yes she continued in surprise, the straw was blown all over the field. Wether she cottoned on I have no idea.</p><p>I expect there are several on here who will know Mrs X well, a lovely lady.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Exfarmer, post: 7656051, member: 1951"] Moving to Norfolk from sedate Buckinghamshire, caused me amusement one day. on the farm was a cricket pitch, where sometimes I would amble along for a cup of tea in the interval, and to watch my neighbours showing off their skills in the field, I having none such my self. My immediate neighbour's wife was quite a straight laced lady who lived in the centre of the village with her farmer husband who were the heart and soul of the club. She was feared by many of the younger members wives, as her eye said all about the quality of the teas laid on. In fact they were all unfailingly good and the club had a wide renown in the cricket community not just for being one of the oldest in the country but the quality of said teas. One day enjoying a cup and and a delicious cake I found myself taking to Mrs X , she asked me totally straight faced if I had seen the Roger in the field yesterday, I nearly spat my cake all over her as I did my very best to suppress my laughter, having not a clue what Roger meant in Norfolk speak:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO: yes she continued in surprise, the straw was blown all over the field. Wether she cottoned on I have no idea. I expect there are several on here who will know Mrs X well, a lovely lady. [/QUOTE]
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