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>>>>>>
Who knows that old prayer," From ghoulies and ghosties, and long-legged beasties, and things that go bump in the night, Lord deliver us"? Well my brother-in-law, Jordy, may well have sent up this prayer had he known it, on one occasion in his life. As a youngster, Jordy lived near a cemetery and had to pass it on his way home. During the daytime, he didn't mind riding his bike alongside the old, neglected graves lying behind a dilapidated fence. In the sunlight, the old cracked tombstones seemed as simply forgotten reminders of forgotten people, but at night, it was different. Sounds creeped him out, and imagined voices whispered in his ears, that was when he developed a U shaped back with cold shivers running up and down his spine. READ MORE>>>
How many of us wives know this scenario? Almost closing time at the bar, wife sighs and says, " Come on, Dear, please let's go!" Husband responds, "Okay. Okay!... Just one for the...hiccup... One for the..", Grabs on to you, and utters earnestly, " jusht one frroad. Nen we'll go..." read more>>>>>