Old Jed. (A bit of rustic humour).
Jed is one of our oldest customers, he is in his 89th year and is as bright as a button. He has a broad Somerset accent and will always rise to high humour when on his weekly visit to our shop.
Old Jed and one of my customers were discussing Taunton Market when he proceeded to recount the following story.
When I were about twenty I went to meet some mates at Taunton Market, and we wound up in a local pub. When I'd spent my last few bob I left the pub and wuz now faced with the long walk back to Ilminster.
It were a hot day and I were feeling sleepy, so I layed down on the river bank just below the market to have a snooze. I'd been layed there about five minutes whan a lady came along the river path, she had with here a lame Spaniel, poor creature were limping badly, unable to place one of his front paws.on the ground.
The lady says to me "Young man! You look tired and down on your luck." I told her that I were broke and about to walk home to Ilminster.
She says "If you will carry my poor dog home with me I will give you a meal and the price of a train ticket to Ilminster." So I picks up the dog and carries it to here house up in Magdelene Street.
She were good at her word, she gave me a fine meal of ham, cheese and pickle. When I'd finished my meal she gave me a florin for my fare home. On giving me the coin she said that she'd give me another florin if I would carry the dog to the vet and back.
It were early evening when we returned from the vet, as we turned into Magdelene Street the heavens opened, there were thunder and lightening and it poured with rain. Once in the house the lady gave me a florin and told me to sit in the kitchen until the storm passed. I'd been sat there for quite some time when the lady told me that there were little chance of me gettin to Ilminster that night as I had missed the last train and flooding at Hatch Beauchamp and Horton cross would stop the bus getting through.
She said "As you have been so kind and helped me with my poor dog, I will have the maid make up a bed for you in the spare room, and in the morning, the maid will call you in time to catch the first train to Ilminster."
It were about ten thirty when the maid came into the room and asked if she could get into bed with me, as she was afraid of the thunder.
It was at this point that old Jed paused, leaving the listeners on tenterhooks, in chorus a couple of my customers asked "What happened next?" Jed sighed "Well I moved over to let her get into bed and fell in damned river."
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