It was the opinion of their father that four sisters should not travel together in one car, or any other road using vehicle, just in case it was wiped out in a road traffic accident or struck by lightning. (The Royal family follow a similar mantra…) Three sisters or less in a road vehicle was … Continue reading Sebastian
Writing
Tuesday afternoons
Tuesday May 3rd "Do you remember Mr. Benn from the telly?" She smiles and nods her head. She is wondering what on earth I'm going to come out with this time. "He was served by the same shop keeper in every episode. Mr. Benn would go into the changing room and out through another door … Continue reading Tuesday afternoons
Porn dye
After dad was diagnosed with leukaemia he stayed in hospital for five weeks before being allowed home for a twelve day mini break. Intensive chemotherapy, tests galore, lots and lots of drugs, horrible side effects. At the same time, mum was still very poorly recovering at home from her nephrectomy, (have added this to my … Continue reading Porn dye
That’s not my dad
My dad is about to be another birthday older. In birthday card terms he is in the 'age cards' section. There has been cause, in the past eighteen months, to not look as far ahead as this big birthday. At times, wafting from hour to hour has been as far as our family could move, … Continue reading That’s not my dad
Ridiculous
Her eldest son says that he doesn’t feel great. He doesn’t look great either. She doesn’t feel great. She certainly doesn’t look great. His is a mostly physical affliction, with a bit of spellings and times table trauma thrown in. Hers is mostly mental, with a tinge of over-emotional induced headache sprinkled about. The two … Continue reading Ridiculous
Car boot Barbie
I had never been involved in running a boot at a car boot sale before. In actual fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that I hadn't ever been to a fully-fledged car boot sale. This realisation took me by surprise rather, surely I had been to at least one and had just forgotten. I had … Continue reading Car boot Barbie
Janitor to aisle six
The human brain is quite a thing. A whiff of creosote and I am pinged back in time - walking home from primary school, in through our friendly smelling back gate and straight into the garden. I forget this memory until I smell creosote out of the blue again and then I ping back as … Continue reading Janitor to aisle six
The Blog of a Nobody 