A post in S&C brought back a childhood memory. Leaving Mass with my mother...I was about 7 or 8...she noticed the cross on her Rosary Beads was missing. We searched our pew but it wasn't to be found.
Seeing the man who had been beside her chatting and smoking with a group men Mum had an idea and made me go to ask him if there was a little crucifix in the turn ups of his trousers. I didn't want to but a clip around the ear sent me on my way to ask him.
Sir...I whispered...is there a crucifix in the turn up of your trousers? WHAT?...he shouted.
I repeated my question so he looked and there was the crucifix.
Jaysus..but the child is a witch....was his response holding the crucifix aloft...she's bringing crucifixes from our clothing!
I know my Auntie used to love doing the washing on a Monday.
Would always check my Uncle's trouser pockets and would always find a few pounds or a fiver.
He was a bit on the tight side. She never felt guilty..
I loved the arrival of pound coins, Patsy. We had a big squishy sofa and the coins would drop out of men's pockets down the back of the cushions..... :-)