If you’re thinking ‘Date Night,’ you’re going to be disappointed. It’s a kind of follow on from the age thing. I am going to a 60th Birthday party. The issue being, it’s my nephew and I remember the night he was born. I was laid in bed with his sister, no stop right there. I was four-years -old and she was two. We were reading the Radio Times (it was a BBC T.V guide) I have no idea why and as we were feral kids on a farm, it’s quite possible we weren’t reading it. But I guess I’m going to have to come to terms with the fact he is actually sixty.
As soon as he could walk we had him out on the farm. He made a great test pilot. We once built a boat, or found a log, same thing when you’re five years old. We’d been warned to keep away from the lake. The adults called it a stagnant pond, but what do they know? One thing we didn’t know was the logs roll in the water. It took us quite a while to fish my two-year-old nephew out of the stinking quagmire 😂
Another place we were warned to keep away from was my brother-in-law’s wood pile. You can see a theme here can’t you 😉 One day we built a homestead on it. Some may say it was shack, hut or den but we were pioneers of the West. Rawhide, Cheyenne, Bonanza… you know that sort of thing. As he was the smallest it seemed sensible for him to enter first. After a loud crack and a scream we thought it prudent to take a look. He’d fallen through the floor and was surrounded by four foot nettles. All I can say is thank goodness for dock leaves and Massey band 😂
Anyaways, he survived those times and some more. So it should be a fun night. Have a great weekend folks 😘