My mum’s mum, my Nana and my grandfather stayed in Dundee Street in Edinburgh. It wasn’t till I was in my teens doing geography that we covered something that was to cause a bit of upset in the Williamson household. I came home and said my mum was brought up in a slum, harsh I know. But in my defence the description of the tenement building we were given matched where my grandparents had stayed. There was a communal garden out the back and there had been a wash house. There probably at one time were communal toilets though by the time I was on the scene they did have a toilet inside. The home was what was called a room and kitchen. They had a room, a kitchen and a shunky (toilet). Oh I’ve not heard that word in so long. This is just some background so you the reader can see how ridiculous what I’m about to say is.
I was very young, I don’t know what age and we had not long left my Nana’s when I asked my mum a question. Here was the question, “Is Nana rich?” I was told no, probably with some laughter and then I was asked why. Here is what happened, I was in the toilet and I widdled, yes I missed the bowl. But I was a conscientious kid and I did the right thing, yup I wiped it up! Something happened when I did that the linoleum lifted and yes you guessed it under the lino was notes of cash. My Nana was busted. I don’t think anything happened from that but it goes to show you just how easy things can come to light.
It is a good reason for us to consider how we are living and to consider the consequences, before its too late. If someone lifts the lino of your life will you be alright? Will your world collapse? Like I said I’m not here to judge you, my judgement of my Nana was wrong. But it is worth considering before someone widdles on your lino!