Olly: Could ya pour me a cuppa, mum?
Ol’ Massy, the tea marm: Sure thing.
Olly: Sorry, mum, not from that mug though it’s a pretty piece.
Massy: What are you on about, boy?
Olly: Sorry, mum. I like that mettle ‘un.
Ol’ Massy: Whyever? It’s all dinged up.
Olly: Aye, mum. That last time Darcy got me a cuppa from that there pot. I felt like I could fight a hoard of Romans.Continue reading