My aged companion, Crisp, had a thing for old things. I think it was the reason she decided I was a worthy companion for her. Together we made a reasonable human being.
On one of our walks, we came across a pile of thatch leaning against an old wall. Come to think of it most of what we saw on our walks was old, apart from the two of us.
Seeing the thatch there Crisp had to photograph it. But it was the sign attached to it that intrigued her.
“This thatch is the property of Thaddeus Monk, Esquire, and any pilfering will result in one’s sorry bottom being dragged before the Lord High Baron, whereupon it will be thrown into his dungeon. Hands OFF!”
The sign was dated June 6, 1897.
Crisp sighed and commented: “It’s a good thing there isn’t much call for thatch these days.”