[Margaret Pilkington]

When the guzunder had been emtied, it was washed, dried and turned upside down on the bottom step....and whoever was going upstairs ,it fell to them to take them up and put them in the respective rooms. A posh pot, one decorated with flowers went under Ma and Pa's bed...we had a very utilitarian model....white enamel...that went under the big double bed, that we kids slept in.
My brother was asked to take the jerry's upstairs and was most dischuffed about this........anyway after a long argument and threats from Ma, he took it up.....met the cat coming down, was tripped by the cat and the jerry bounced down the stairs and cracked his napper.......mother said this was divine judgement.
Another of my brothers hated bringing the jerry downstairs and would slop waz on the stairs so that he didn't get asked again......baaaad move....Ma told him if he did that again she would make him lick it up.....she gave him a bowl of hot water a brush and a chunk of carbolic soap to clean up the mess........the stairs were wood and uncarpeted at the time.