GRANNY Annie’s first job was to hold the cows tail while it was milked.
Apparently the milker can get nasty whiplash on their face from the pooey cow’s tail. They later invented a wire device which held the cow’s tail in place. This of course made her redundant and now the milker has gone as well. It’s no fun for the cow to lash a milking machine.
‘There was a cow that wouldn’t yield, it adn’t ad it’s Udders field.’
Granny Annie was what they called a ‘Charwoman’. Her patrons preferred to call her a cleaning lady.
She cleaned for the ladies in the Rastrick neighbourhood. Not that their house needed cleaning or they couldn’t do it themselves. It was a status thing. They actually spent hours cleaning before Granny Annie turned up. It wasn’t any use having a cleaning lady if no one knew so they would slip it into conversation. Such as; “What a lovely hat you’re wearing today Mrs Broadbent.”
“Oh do you think so? I’m not sure of the colour. African violet does seem to clash with my peccary hand bag. I’m just wearing it to the hairdressers. When I get back I’m giving it to my cleaning lady.”
Brilliant! Fashion, status, and philanthropy all in one go.
“That’s very good of you Mrs Broadbent, is it your cleaning lady’s birthday?”
“Oh no we got her a new bucket for her birthday.”
“Yes we let her take it home.”