"I wouldn't go on holiday or away from home even for a night without my tin of Fynnon's," said Mrs. Violet Marriott to
Rheumaticky weather. It was certainly that the day Mrs. Violet Marriott and her elder married daughter,Pamela Surridge,came all the way from Northampton to visit me in my Sussex home. I had promised that they would see the garden at its best. Then the day arrived and the heavens descended.
Thanks to Fynnon's
However, my guests cut my apologies short. "I haven't taken any notice of the weather for years," Mrs. Marriott declared.
"I know some folk can predict every change of wind from their aches and pains, but I don't have any, thanks to Fynnon's."
"I wouldn't like to think how many tins I've used up. My husband – he works as a garage pump attendant – when he saw what wonders Fynnon's had done for me, started taking it himself. He didn't want to suffer like I had."
Then this jolly little woman drew breath and her daughter took up the tale.
"I am not surprised Mother's so enthusiastic, because I can remember how she looked when she was doubled up with pain."
"And do youknow, Mr. Winn, she can't even bear to part with the tins. She keeps buttons in one of them, and something else in another, and her money in yet another."
"But don't you see, those tins have meant all the money in the world to me." I did see, and Mrs. Marriott continued: "Whatever else I had to go without, I'd never give up my daily teaspoonful of Fynnon's. Even if it went up to twice what it is now."
Actually, it was Mrs. Marriott's daughter who posted the letter to tell us, as an eye-witness, the transformation that had happened to her mother. And I am glad that she did. For otherwise I would never have met this mother and daughter.
Life is good And now whatever the weather does, I shall have an equally glowing picture of Mrs. Marriott's smile, and understand exactly why she thinks that life is good. Very good.
Even in our climate, Our rheumaticky climate.