Grandmas cricketbat
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Never heard the term?
Me neither, up until I got to Queensland..
In my younger days, well, ok, not that long ago really, I gave my HoneyBun my Beacon jacket.
I thought..ah, get myself anothery. How hard izzit?
Cept, when I went to get another one, it wasnt the same jacket..sigh, and if memory serves me, it was made of a different material, or maybe it was a lot shorter ..regardless, the newer version didn’t suit my..sometimes nefarious purposes. so I ended up a jacket down, and the old jacket was the ..bestest jacket ever there was.
I moved over to sunny Queensland, and I asked her how the jacket was going.
No good, she said. How come?..Its too short. Well, The HoneyBun is a ..um..tad closer to the ground than my otherwisegoodself, so there was more of a story to come, wasnt there?
Turns out that the HoneyBun thought that it would be good to swan around in after she had just gotten out of the pool…the pool in the last house.
And…if you wanted to answer the door in THE ALTOGETHER, after throwing a Beacon jacket on, ….it was too short.
Yaaas, no further explanation needed. So, I got to wear my old jacket again eh. But it attracted a nickname..grandmas cricket bat…a present that really isn’t a present at all…..
Everybody – except Taswegians apparently – are well aware of this expression.