Yet another has the child - again a boy - hanging around with the labourers and answering the question, "Aren't you working today?" with the line, "Naw, we're buggered for bricks." I think the make-over in pink etc. does add to the surprise.

Before forgetting the excursion into funerals &c., there was a story I heard years ago about the preparations for a Wake in a farming area, including the dressing of the remains which, in this instance, included the putting-on of a pair of white gloves. The person about to do this, who expected to inherit the farm, discovered that in fact the elderly relative had left it to another. He threw the gloves into the coffin, saying, "Well, f*ck ye onyway, ye may put them on yirsel', ye've mair time than I hae". Exeunt omnes.