Entertaining tales by GH
HARR Y WAS known to all in Greenfield as a reliable odd job man.
One day while passing by a house in the more affluent area of the village he was summoned by the owner calling him from the front garden.
“Harry would you like to earn £20? I have a job that could be just up your street.”
Harry needed no prompting and he was soon through the gate and asking what was required.
“Well Harry we are doing the place up a bit,” said the owner. “I would like you to take this tin of green paint and new brush and then paint the Porsche at the rear of the house.”
“Right,” said Harry and took his paint and was soon busy determined to do a professional-quality job.
After a couple of hours Harry stood back and admired his finished task. “That’s a reet good job,” he thought. “Now I’ll go and collect my brass.”
He knocked on the front door and as the house owner opened it he said “I’ve done yon job and it looks reet well.”
“Wonderful Harry,” said the owner. “And so quick. Here, let me make it £25.”
“Thanks very much,” Harry said as he made his way out of the garden. “But there is one thing you should know. That ain’t a Porsche, it’s a Bentley!”
