We were having a quiet drink and admiring the semi-clad totty in Café S Bar opposite the town beach, when an elderly couple called Morris and Edna struck up a conversation. Morris is the strong silent type which was just as well as he couldn’t get a word in edgeways. Full of life Edna has an infectious laugh and reminded me of the late, fabulous Irene Handl, an amazing British film and TV actress whose career spanned sixty years until her death in 1987. Irene was a feisty lady. Responding to a director who was trying to explain the motivation of her character in a play she said, ‘I think you’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck.’
Morris and Edna are lodging in Gümbet and had ventured into Bodrum for a gander. They live in separate sheltered housing schemes, she in London, he in Wales. They met on the internet and are at it like geriatric rabbits. Apparently, Edna can’t bend over to adjust her corn plasters without Morris trying to take her from behind. Marvellous. There’s hope for us all.
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I read it once and laughed. Sang it again like I was in Monty Python and laughed so hard I fell of my stool.
Thanks for sharing!
Jennifer from Boston, MA USA
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Sometimes real life is funnier than fiction, I’m glad I made you titter but hope you didn’t hurt yourself.
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I know a couple just like these…..lol
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Lord help us all. And Edna. Sounds like she might need a little support
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She’s certainly a game old girl. A one off.
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Hope indeed. Made my late night!
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I’m glad to say, being old isn’t all lavender and wee.
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That is so funny!! I never heard the word “totty” before though… And I remember Irene Handl. She was superb!
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Iconic!
The thought of a quick backscuttle whilst adjusting corn plasters is too hilarious – I spat my porrige this morning!
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morris and edna sounds just like us two
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Um, I wonder?
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Classic Jack! ‘Bucking’ the trend with a bit of Morris Prancing!
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Okay, dribbled my koffie again. Must make a note to self not to sip while reading P the P…
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I hope that was your shiny new mug you dribbled into.
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Oh this made me laugh after a hard day’s grafting. Thanks! So I gave you my vote too:)
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I’m glad I lightened your day and thanks for the vote.
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Thank god for Morris and Edna. I don’t, however, thank god for Gumbet. Horrors over there on a weekend night! I know it is what the market will bear (demands?) but all of those English breakfasts et alia. Call me classist and anti-Brit, but it’s depressing. My bro-in-law, X., said to me that at first, he had worried that I “would be like the British girls over in Gumbet.”
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