Necessity is the Mother of Invention

My old grandmother regularly told me that ‘necessity is the mother of invention’. When I was very young ( about 100 years ago) I never really understood just what she meant, but time teaches us a lot and most of all, teaches us to understand that our grandmother’s were canny and really did know a thing or two.

On my first day back in Worcester, the City I was born in and where my family live, my sister and I decided to visit the City Centre using our bus passes. Yeh, yeh, I know, am I really old enough for one? I know that is what you are all thinking so I said it for you. Chris was reluctant to let me bring mine as he has been using the photo on it to scare the crows when they try to dip their dry bread in the pool. Now as well as being agile in body, he is also agile in mind and blew up the photo, photocopied it and then laminated it. You see, my first example of ‘necessity being the mother of invention’. Actually, unbeknown to me, he did several and placed them in strategic positions in the garden. Now the crows no longer dip their bread and the cats no longer use my flower bed as a toilet.

Back to Worcester. My sister and I went to her local bus stop and there sitting on a bench was a man, a little down on his luck dressed in a duffle coat with a hood, a pair of pyjamas, one shoe and sock on one foot and just a sock on the other; whilst somewhat unusual in dress, that was not the most notable thing about him. In front of him, he had an old dining room chair. He got up and proceeded to use his dining room chair as a walking frame. I have to say, it worked extremely well and the chair was even designed in such a way that he had somewhere to hang his carrier bag too. A fine example of ‘necessity being the mother of invention’.

We did our shopping and a few hours later made our return journey on the bus, of course again using our bus passes. Much to our surprise, when the bus stopped near the shops where we had first seen him, the man got on the bus complete with his “walking frame”. My sister could not resist commenting that he was very sensible because not only had he a walking frame, he also had a guaranteed seat whenever the bus was full. Very sound thinking, unless of course you know my sister. She once settled an argument by telling them that it was half a dozen of one and ten of the other. She also informed the salesman when selecting a new television that her old one had been a Paracetamol, well I suppose if you say it quickly, it does sound a ‘bit’ like Panasonic. The salesman, bless him responded with ‘I find that hard to swallow’. I’m surprised my sister didn’t suggest he try a soluble one. Hilda Baker used to pay scriptwriters good money for the lines my sister comes out with on an every day basis, best of all, she has no idea how funny she is. I thank God every day for such a wonderful and entertaining sister and I love her dearly.

I have just finished reading this aloud to Chris and his response was, ‘don’t you dare write about the tablets you gave me when I had a headache’. Of course, now I have to tell you. Chris had a headache so I gave him two soluble pain killers about the size of Alka Seltzers. He disappeared but I noticed he had left one of the tablets on the table, I picked up the tablet and went to find him, there he was in the garden, eyes crossed looking decidedly green, I showed him the tablet and he said ‘ I couldn’t swallow another one, I had enough trouble swallowing the first…

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