Stonecroft House

Cum on in Mester an git yersen waarm an sit neard fire. Ave summat ter tell yer. Ye look ayfe starved . Y owt ter wrap yersen up moor. Y aint much fat on yer. Yer dooant look efter yersen enough. Why thas nowt on yer. Anyrooad ya’ll soon git waarm noo. Ahm on me orn todae, shes gone to er muthers. Shis allust werritin aboot er. Ah keep tellin er th owd lass’l outlive all on us yit.

Ah went ter see Alf Cope yisterdae an when ah got theer is wife said ee want ower well. She said ee ed a cowd I th eead an ee reckoned eed dee. She said nay ya weeant, ya want ter git yersen oot a bit. Trouble is ee weeant stop smookin. Ees allus got a fag on an ees allus coffin an booakin. Ee didn’t look owt sparklin.

It’s a rumman aboot Jack Dale int it. Ee went quick an ee was no age. It was onny last week ah saw im sythin I Farm clooase. Till then ee nivver ailed nowt in is life.

Dooant be ower long afoor ye cum ageean. Last time we saw yer was plashin yon edge at th end o the laane.

Can y eer thowd cock bod crowin. Ee weeant shut up. It gits on yer wick sumtimes. Ees allust meckin a row.

Afore ye cum ah cowt yon little owd boy from next door pinchin apples soah ah telled im off. Ee weeant cum ageean in urry. Still ees onny a yucker an we all did the saame at that aage. Jim Ketley reckoned ee cowt im muckin aboot I the barn at Ings farm a fottnit agooa an ee grabbed odden im bid scruff od neck and trooses aase an slung im oot barn door. Still, is owd man int a mucher.

The reckon ee was seen cuddlin a lass th uther week near Bonnits wood. O coorse ee said it want true but ya cun bet ee want cuddlin an owd yow.

Alf Bacon was askin after yer t’uther weeak. Ah telled im yer was or reyt. Is dun well for issen. Is dad was foreman at Drakes for ower thotty years, now Alfs tekken ower from im. Th’onny trouble is ee likes is ale ower much’ Ee can sup some. Th’ reckon ees often seen on a Satdy neyt plattin is legs along bottom trod. Ee letter watch issen o th’owd vicar’ll e summat to sae. Yer supposed ta set an example wen yer a farm foreman.

Wot ah was off ter tell yer was Pettits e sum seed tates ter sell cheeap. They reckon there shot o spaace an want ter git shut on em. So ya want ter git yersen doon theer an git sum afore thev all gone. It wouldn’t a otten em to a telled yer.