Up at 8:30, my boy slept in due to watching The Mask late last night. Myself and my wife started giving the house a top to bottom clean. By nine the vacuum was getting our teenagers out of bed. Getting teenagers to help Is like getting the mentally Ill to formulate a dance sequence. Suddenly there expressions were that of the zombie. Upon looking in their drawers I discovered every item of clothes in two drawers and one empty and then one with rubbish in. Rubbish in drawers is a regular occurrence and a punch in the face may be the only thing left to make it stop. I don't remember having to he told so many times about the same thing. When I was told off I would put every effort into not being caught out with that again.
The weather has changed our plans to go to the fun day at our kids school. We were going to take our little one to the bouncy castle. He loves a bouncy castle.
I used to love a bouncy castle too. I remember when I tried to impress a girl by doing a 360 degree flip from standing to standing. I was showing off. It didn't stand in my way that I couldn't actually do it. I believed I had bounced high enough to go right round so that was enough.
I bounced.........I managed the height necessary but the skill of the move was in the hands of the gods...
.... I landed upside down on my head.
With the suppleness of those young days, my knees connected with my face... Hard.
This was the first time I broke my nose. This was not however the first or last time my pride was hurt because of a girl. I walked off the bouncy castle crestfallen and with tears in my eyes but not crying. No tears fell, but I think inside I was crying. To this day my mind wants my body to be capable of things that it just can't. But now I don't try.
That day is there everytime I run a finger on the bridge of my nose or look in the mirror.
The saying rings true
"girls are trouble and women are double"
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