An 84-year-old lady, innocently washing her breakfast pots in her kitchen, was given the fright of her life this morning, when a regular household brick came crashing through the window, causing her to turn to her husband, Albert, and ask him:
"What the foo-kin bluddy-ell were that, Albert lad?!"
Gladys Rabblesthwaite, of Rotherham, had just polished off her slice of toast and a cup of steaming-hot tea, and got up to wash the crockery, when the incident happened. Her husband was still munching on his crust when glass shattered all over the table.
"Appen it'll be them bastards from two doo-ers dahn!" he said.
He was referring to three hooligan brothers who lived next-door-but-one.
After Albert had given the window a thorough inspection in order to ascertain whether or not it could be repaired, he concluded:
"That'll need new glass."
Gladys looked at the hole in the pane, and at the shards and slivers of glass laid all over the table and floor, and had to concur.
"Ar, tha's reet," she said. Tha'd bedder get thesen off t' B an Q."
