MrsO was a devil! In her heels she was as tall as Dave. I would have needed stilts to look them in the eye. She would stick me between them so they could hold my hands like a child.
In a Whitby pub I said lunch was to be on me. MrsO said it was to be on her. When I tried to pay the barman wouldn't take my money but he did keep smiling kindly and calling me dear.
Turns out MrsO had had a quiet word with him and told him that I was only let out at certain times in her company. The home for the bewildered would give me monopoly money to play with and I would try to pay him with it....if he just smiled at me I would go away.
Loved her dearly and miss her very much.....as I do Psybbs....x