My neighbour is a wise old man. He knows many things. He knows when it is a nice day. When it is a cold one. When the wind is from the north. That it’s a long walk to the village. That there are too many cars on the road. That the Murrays left their gate wide open all day last Tuesday. That Mrs. Coonan is getting bet-looking.
Sitting in my kitchen drinking tea, which he knew was a grand cup, he told me Churchill was prime minister during the war.
Now, me, I know many things too. This being one of them. And I told him so.
But how could you? You weren’t even born then. [long pause] Oh, shur I must’ve mentioned it before. [even longer pause] I’d say the rain’s coming.
Once again he was right. He had told me about Churchill - once or twice a month for the last three years - and the rain did come.
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