Thank goodness the hanky is history.
My granny was passionate about always having a clean hanky folded neatly in her apron pocket so she could wipe her nose or hands.
Paper tissues were not her cup of tea and she insisted on the strength of a good quality hanky.
Because I lived with my granny on occasions as a child, come washing day I was put in charge of preparing hankies for the wash.
This was a complex procedure involving a bucket, heaps of salt, and cold water.
I was instructed to clean each hanky carefully to remove the slimy congestion. Usually at this time I would stifle the urge to retch.
However, due to consistent hanky duty over time I developed a strong stomach...I did my granny proud on hanky duty!
Now as I remember this I am so glad the hanky and me don't get to meet this way again.
Tissues are simply the best


