One Christmas I bought my parents a used DVD player as VCR’s were being phased out.
Because I’m a cheapskate I bought a cheaper used model with as less buttons as possible to make it easier for them to handle.
After some melting moments my mum seemed OK with the unit and she managed to load and unload DVD’s after much repetitive teaching. All was going well for about three months, when I received a call from mum saying that the DVD was playing music.
I thought this was rather odd as DVD players don’t come with in-built speakers. She indicated that it would play for hours at a time and dad was not happy. Every time I visited their house, of course it was not playing music and no way could I get any ”music” out of the machine.
Mum said that the music seemed to come on every Thursday and would play all night, sometimes still playing the next day. One Saturday morning I phoned mum and she was beside herself. The used DVD player started playing music on Thursday and had been going non-stop.
She said that she had been up till midnight pressing every button and it still persisted and dad was furious, in fact he wanted me to come over and rip the bloody thing out.
I asked mum to place the phone near the DVD so that I could listen to it. After hearing the ”music” I said that the sound could not be coming from the DVD player so I asked her not to touch it as I was coming straight over to sort matters out.
On arrival I was not greeted with a ”hello”, but greeted with ”it’s still playing”.
On approaching the DVD I said to mum that the ”music” was not coming from the DVD. She lost it and yelled out to my dad who promptly appeared and said he was sick of it and wanted it removed.
So with that I removed the used DVD player and took it out of the room. On returning, mum said it was still playing, even though there was no DVD player in the room.
I turned to a pile of Christmas cards and handed them to my mum. The music was still playing – apparently coming from a very old musical Christmas card from the Christmas before.
It appears that each Thursday their house cleaner would pick up the cards and dust in that area and some cards had warped and this cleaning action started off the musical card.
My parents were dumbfounded, but never said sorry, just relieved that the music had stopped.
Back in the early 1970s my parents booked a conducted tour of England and the continent. At a pre-departure meeting my father asked the Tour Director what was the safest way to carry money.
The Tour Director advised my dad to purchase several men’s singlets and cut patches out of one and sow the patches onto the other singlets to form a pocket large enough to take banknotes.
She explained that that was the safest way as you then put a shirt on followed by a sports coat or jumper and your money would be safe from would be thieves. Mum thought it was a great idea and promptly had six singlets made up.
On arriving in London, my dad ventured to the nearest bank and came back to the hotel with his £800 English pounds and placed them into the pocket of one of the singlets.
In the morning my parents were first to board the bus so they could get the best seats as they were heading off to Paris. After travelling for an hour on the M1 my dad decided to do a ‘money check’ and to his dismay there was no money in the pocket. He suddenly turned green and began to sweat and mumbled to mum that he had lost his £800 English pounds.
After going through all his pockets twice and finding zero mum approached the Tour Director about dad’s dilemma. It was decided that at the next available rest stop the bus would pull in so that dad could go through his case as he must have put on the wrong singlet. As they were first on board the bus all the luggage had to be pulled out so that dad could search his case.
So there’s dad rummaging through his suit case checking each singlet.
Sadly after checking each one there was no sign of the missing £800 English pounds. Dad was now sweating profusely so he took off his sports coat and handed it to mum. He then dived into her case in the hope of finding his missing £800 English pounds.
Suddenly mum announces to dad that she has just found the missing £800 English pounds. Dad says don’t be stupid mum, I have been through the pockets of the sports coat 100 times and the money is not there. Mum replies that:- ”Dad you have put your singlet on back to front”