Harry’s family fortune was founded on coal and as he finished dressing the Colliery hooter started wailing,
“There’s trouble at pit, Nanny,” he cried, I think I’ll trot along and take a shuftie.”
“No, you have a friend coming later.” Cried Nanny, “You stay or I’ll tan your ass.”
He thought a second, Laid across Nanny’s, lap trousers down inhaling her sweet sweaty odour, why did she consider it a punishment when it was so enjoyable?”
“No I shall go,” he insisted and ordered the Carriage. Xnx “I’ll pull it,” and she rushed to grab the harness and was soon trotting easily through the rain, as the villagers turned away or pissed themselves laughing as she trotted past, naked women pulling carts being not usual sight round Yorkshire at that time.
