Bluemoon dan
Well-Known Member
There was an old lady in our village called Dorothy, she looked about 120 and walked around all day asking people for a light for the little fag end she carried round with her. She lived in the local care home, they used to let her out at 8 o clock in the morning and she'd walk round all day. She used to go into the pubs where people would give her proper cigarettes and then 5 minutes later she'd come back in with the tiny stub and ask for a light.
She actually died last year and hardly suprisingly had absolutely nothing and no family. She was going to be buried in a paupers grave (didnt think they still had them) but the local pub had a whip round for her and raised enough for a proper little headstone for her.
She actually died last year and hardly suprisingly had absolutely nothing and no family. She was going to be buried in a paupers grave (didnt think they still had them) but the local pub had a whip round for her and raised enough for a proper little headstone for her.