One day great uncle Billy was walking through Skelmanthorpe, and passed the house of an old widow, who said she was looking for someone to paint her front door. "I'll go and get a bit o' paint and a brush" says Billy, "it'll nobbut tek me a minute.". He sets to work, and after a bit out comes the widow to see how he's going on. "Well" says Billy, "t'paint's a bit stiff, have y' got any spirits in t'ouse?". The widow said she'd got a bit of whiskey somewhere, which Billy said would be "Just right". Of course, when Billy was left with the whiskey, he didn't apply it to the paint, but to his lips.

A bit later, out comes the widow again. "It's much better now Mrs" says Billy, "t'paint's goin' on fine". "Ee a'm that glad." says the widow, "You know me 'usband were a miner, and after he died his feet were that mucky I 'ad to wash 'is feet wi' that whiskey, and A couldn't bear to throw it away, so A stuck it back in't bottle an av been waitin' to find a use for it!"