Mrs Sandettie's Dad
is a good bit older than she is. He came from Brentford and in his late teens in the late 1930s went out on the lash with a few mates. Late in the evening he somehow got separated from his mates and must've drunk himself to a standstill, for he woke up in a strange bed in a strange room.
He was lying there, trying to remember what had happened when he realised there was a girl in the bed with him. He didn't even remember picking her up.
"Wahey, I got lucky" he thought to himself. She stirred and turned over. She was quite a looker too. But then, he felt something behind him. He turned and looked over his shoulder to see another girl in the bed with him.
He'd got absolutely wankered and somehow picked up two Irish lasses and had ended up in their flat in Wandsworth. How he got there he can't remember, nor remember what he'd said to them to talk them into bed with him.

Damn his memory, such advice would be worth its weight in gold.
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