"Put the kettle on Frank, I'd love a cup of tea," a little bunch of words, mum would often ask of me. "Put the kettle on Frank," she would say throughout the day, it was her favourite little phrase, even our parrot learnt to say! Put the kettle on Frank, from his cage jojo would squawk, Oh no! Not you as well, who asked you to talk? "Put the kettle on Frank," oh, please mum not again, I was her eldest lad, aged about nine, or ten. "Put the kettle on Frank, I'd love another cup of tea," "come, and give me a hug, come here, and sit on my knee," A cup of tea, and a 'ciggy', was mums only little vice, with a nice cup of tea, and a 'woody', she would be in paradise. "Put the kettle on Frank," I'd love to hear those words again, Put the kettle on Frank, ....I wish I was still nine, or ten."