OMG How"d he get on in the end?
I stared at John and managed a strangled "What?"
"Me Da's under that lot" says John
Cue frantic un tackling the horse and lifting the cart off the wall. While we cleared the hay we could hear a low groan. Now I was confused, there would have been no weight on his Da as the cart was propped by the wall. While we were clearing the debris, the horse decided that he had had enough and made a break for home. We let it go.
As I cleared the remaining hay I was met with a very familiar smell. It was the smell of stale beer and the moans were in fact snores. There was John Snr fast asleep with a silly smile on his face. I turned to John jnr with a question on my expression.
"Me Ma said to pick the ould lad up on the way back with the load. He was still in the pub and a couple of the all nighter's that were still there gave me a hand to load him up on top. He must have caused the cart to topple as we passed your place."
Well I creased and doubled up with laughter.
"OK I'll get the car and load your drunken Da and take him home" says I rather too sanctimoniously, causing John to retort.
"On your way back you had better call into the pub because your ould lad is still in there."
That's my Da a great role model...