We were billeted in the upper room of a corner house north of Albert,
and were listening to "Spoofer's" memories of days "dahn Walworf way."
"Yus," he said, "I ses to the gal, 'Two doorsteps an' a bloater.'"
At that moment a "coal-box" caught the corner of the house, bringing
down the angle of the wall and three-parts of the floor on which we had
squatted.
Except for bruises, none of us was injured, and when the dust subsided
we saw "Spoofer" looking down at us from a bit of the flooring that
remained intact.
"Yus," he continued, as though nothing had happened, "as I was saying,
I'd just called fer the bloater...."
Came another "coal-box," which shook down the remainder of the floor
and with it "Spoofer."
Struggling to his hands and knees, he said, "Blimey, the blinkin'
bloater's cold nah."--_F. Lates, 62 St. Ervan's Road, North
Kensington._