William was rather late to lunch. His father and mother and elder brother and sister were just beginning the meal. He slipped quietly and unostentatiously into his seat…
“William,” said Mrs Brown, “I do wish you’d be in time, and I do wish you’d brush your hair before you come to table.”
William raised a hand to perform the operation, but catching sight of its colour, hastily lowered it.
“No, Ethel dear, I didn’t know anyone had taken Lavender Cottage. An artist? How nice! William dear, do sit still. Have they moved in yet?”
“Yes,” said Ethel, “they’ve taken it furnished for two months, I think. Oh, my goodness, just look at William’s hands!”
William put his hands under the table and glared at her.
“Go and wash your hands, dear,” said Mrs. Brown patiently.
For eleven years she had filled the trying position of William’s mother. It had taught her patience.
from Just William by Richmal Crompton
After a particularly taxing day yesterday, I just had to share with you the one thing that, on hearing it this morning (read by the inimitable Martin Jarvis), made me nearly snort out my morning cuppa. Seeing the funny side somehow makes things better, even if it doesn’t resolve them. Thank God for humour 😉