Phil's dad had polio as a child and also contracted Parkinson's when quite young. He did have a greengrocers business and at another time a milk round. In 1934, when Phil was 4 years old, his mum wanted to go out and help his dad with the milk round. The Bartons were farmers next door and Phil's mum asked Mrs Barton if she would mind her little boy for a small remuneration.
Mrs Barton agreed and on the first day when Phil was dropped off at the Barton farm his mother, knowing the Barton were good people but a wee bit rough, asked Mrs Barton to please refrain from swearing in front of Phil as she didn't want him to develop bad habits.
Mrs Barton smiled and said "Jesus Christ Mrs, I wouldn't dream of swearing in front of the little bugger!?
Phil's mother obviously chose to take the risk and whether Mrs Barton did refrain from using bad language is not known, but it is possible she was careful as asked as, according to his mother, Phil didn't seem to pick up any bad language and was very well cared for. Even when I met him in 1966 he wasn't a person who used many swear words, very few in fact, and still doesn't to this day unless really annoyed about something. Even when he does occasionally swear, the words are very mild compared with many frequently heard today.
Please excuse the bad language but without telling it in full the impact of the story wouldn't be there.