Come to think of it. Maybe those bath interruptions were not the worst, perhaps those that ripped me from my slumbers were. The rage that would engulf me on these occasions would be dizzying. I imagined him, or her, giggling at the other end of the line, absolutely delighting in my frustration and fury. The calls were beginning to affect my health. The constant interruption of my sleep was tiring me out. I was becoming irritable. All I wanted was to have a good night's sleep but found even when the phone did not ring, I still lay awake, waiting for, and dreading the sound of its bell.
" Stop. Stop!", we yelled, but Dad carried on reversing, " It's okay! I can see!" he snapped, somewhat irritated by us. " No! No! Stop!" We yelled in frantic unison, but he carried on, completely ignoring us. " I can see! Dammit!" he yelled back at us. Then, putting his elbow and head out the window, to get a better look, he said, rather angrily" Shut up, all of you, I know what I am doing!" We could see how close he was to the ditch and carried on shouting, " No Dad, Stop, stop, STOP!",
Teachers are heroes. There is no doubting that. I take my hat off to them because they work with children, and they also seem to enjoy their work. Strange, hey? There was one teacher, though, who wasn't too keen on me. He battled with my total non-comprehension of anything mathematical. My gormless expression must have frustrated him beyond belief. So much so that he lost all patience with me one day, and hurled a piece of chalk at me, yelling, "Stop sitting there like a stuffed owl." READ MORE>>>>>>
The outhouse was a simple brick construction built around a very deep hole, with a crude brick and wood seat over the crater. The roof made of corrugated iron rattled in the wind. When it rained the drops hammered down fon the metal creating a deafening din. Using them was an interesting experience.
How many of us have played around with our children, asking what they wanted to be when grown up? Making suggestions of different, very masculine professions for our boys, such as Doctor, or Pilot. Well click the link below, to find out what my grandson wanted to be when he grew up!
My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
Following his ’mooning’ accident, and with a shattered pelvis, my son, Sean, was faced with months of bedridden immobility in the local hospital. He had to lie as still as possible, to give his bones a chance to repair themselves. As he was otherwise perfectly healthy this became an interminable, boring, experience............. Click the link to find out more