As I was telling Lizzy yesterday, and I realised just how funny it is… I thought I’d write it here too…

My Nana Tess ( my Dad’s mum ) died when I was in my 20’s.. but of course my memory of her is still very much alive. She was a lovely woman, always smiling and laughing. A truly terrible ( and I mean really really terrible ) cook, we always dreaded having to eat anything at hers, unless it was biscuits, which she always had loads of.

Anyway, she had very funny expressions, and she used to tell funny stories when my brothers and I were small ( and often she’d tell them over and over ).

She’d call any relative ‘ Our’ followed by the name, so I was Our Russ. If for example she’d thought I’d farted ( as if I ever did ) she’d say ‘ ooh.. I think Our Russ has dropped his pocket money..?!’

She strongly advised that if you needed to fart, you always should, and said that she knew a woman who always held hers in, and in the end it killed her.
Nana Tess swore blind that the woman was buried in a church ‘ up the Garn’ ( that was a place a couple of miles up the valley ) and that on her gravestone were inscribed the following words ..

LET YOUR WIND GO FREE,

WHEREVER YOU MAY BE.

COS THAT’S WHAT CAUSED THE DEATH OF ME.

So remember those words folks when you need to let rip.
Not letting it go might cost you dear…

RIP Nana Tess.