When my dad came home from driving ambulances, we always had dinner, but when we visited auntie Beaty, it was tea. I think Beaty was my dad’s aunt though the title is often honorific so I'm not sure how they were really related. Conversation over tea was on many topics; one sticks in my mind.

"My cousin Albert’s teacher asked the class to write an essay for homework. Albert came home with pencil and paper ready to do his assignment. He positioned himself by the back window, and whenever anyone went down the garden path, he moved so he could get a better view. After a pause he would scribble a few words on his notepad. A couple of hours later, Albert’s parents became intrigued and asked Albert what his homework was. He replied he was writing "a nessy”. In his Yorkshire dialect, a nessy was the name for the outdoor privy. Albert had been watching people go down the garden path to the outdoor toilet and writing."  My Auntie Beaty ended her story, “Heaven alone knows what he wrote”.

word path
to the cold outhouse–
nessy