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Grandma who always wore a great collar which was distinguished by its height and purity of whale boned lace, always saw fit to give my brother a good clip under the ear whenever he passed.\u00a0 Why Jack never learnt to pass her underneath the table or beneath the throne she held court on is still beyond me.\u00a0 Not that Jack did anything very much. Being four years older than I, he couldn\u2019t sense the danger of just being around.\u00a0 I suppose his Eton collar and the fact that he sang in the choir sort of gave him (falsely in his own view) an air of sanctity which Grandma always failed to discern.<\/p>\n
The clips on the ear Jack always earned for the little things he might have done or even thought of doing, but never had the hardihood to do.\u00a0 For the things I would have liked to do Jack got two clips.<\/p>\n
So it was that Jack always smothered up in a neutral corner when Grandma was around.<\/p>\n
Grandpa was beyond all this.\u00a0 He just sat and ate and ate and bemoaned his lack of appetite.<\/p>\n
His theatrical indifference to food never seemed to dim his awareness of what was going on or off the plates to the right and left of his august presence.<\/p>\n