My oldest male custy is 95 and he has all his marbles but is a bit deaf which is fair enough I suppose at that age.
So I tap the door and as I'm finishing the two front upstairs windows he opens the door and with a grin says to me - "You've interrupted another boring programme about Brexit on Radio 4 and made me hobble to the door."
Me: "Sorry Mr. H______ , just letting you know I'm here so you don't see my ugly mug through the window and get a shock."
Mr H: "Ha! Anyway I don't care what happens about Brexit I just want it settled. one way or the other. Are you old enough to remember us (UK) joining back in the 70's?"
(Now I always try to express a neutral non-committed view, not least because I don't want to be jawing all day with custies but this time I neutrally extended the conversation a little.)
Me: "I was at school but I just about remember it. I suppose you can remember De Gaulle opposing Britain joining back in the '60's?"
Mr H. "Yes, at least the snow has gone now. Anyway, let me get your money."
(My brain raced to work out what on earth he thought I had said but all I could lamely do was just agree, take the lolly and say goodbye.)
