I Dropped The Eggs!
I have just read the summer issue of "Have Your Say" which was very interesting. I lived in Mill St., Bradford during the 1930's. My parents ran a grocers shop facing St. Brigid's Church, where Father Fitzgerald reigned supreme.
As a boy, I once took a dozen eggs to the Presbytery. Instead of the housekeeper, (Miss Brennan), Father "Fitz" answered the door. He was extremely tall and was wearing black church vestments. I took one look at him, dropped the eggs and ran! It was to be start of a friendship which continued until he died.
P.S. I wonder if any of your readers remember Hooley's grocers next to Preston's greengrocers.