It's as unreasonable to expect all on here to be Saints as it is of the wider population, but maybe we can all be Eddies to a certain extent. I mentioned the death of Smidgin to a friend of my wife's who I saw this morning. Without any prompting, and expecting almost any bloke whose wife is away for a few days to be starving and incapable of going to a supermarket on his own, turned up on our doorstep half an hour later with 2 beefburgers made by the local butcher, some buns and 4 pints of milk.
A female Eddie. Mind you, she didn't get any brown sauce. Huh, Girlies!
A female Eddie. Mind you, she didn't get any brown sauce. Huh, Girlies!