Life, Love & Literature

…no not sib­ling, boys are get­ting on well at the moment, it’s me who’s jealous!

Over the years I’ve got used to the kids beat­ing me at games and things.  I even lost a chess game to Sam recently.  There are lots of things they do bet­ter than me or know more about.  Gen­er­ally the only emo­tion I feel about that is pride, I’m pleased for them. And if I’m hon­est for myself too.  Yes, Jack’s spelling may be as good (if not bet­ter) than mine, but that must mean some­thing is going right with his education.

But there are one or two lit­tle dreams I had when I was younger.  One in par­tic­u­lar relates to a cer­tain TV pro­gramme of which from the age of 7/8 I rarely missed.  Over the years I must have raised £100’s for their var­i­ous appeals as I always took part.  Now Jack rarely watches it, has a spell of watch­ing for a few weeks and then for­gets and loses interest.

But look!

A sec­ond one!!!! Oh yes, there are a vari­ety now-a-days!

It is not fair!!!!!! E-mail, now if email had existed when I was a girl…

On the plus side they read his story (why he got the badge — first was for a poem) and sent him a badge rather than con­tact­ing social services.

(I am proud of him really!)

The find of a lifetime

My name is Jack and I am about to tell you a story. Not one of rub­bish made up baloney sto­ries with cats in hats and foxes in socks. Not of space bat­tles and demons. Nor of glam­orous high­way rob­bers and detec­tives deduct­ing clues.

 This is not one of those sto­ries with aliens or under­ground mon­sters. No my friends this is a true story of one night when I was 14.

 I was once walk­ing down the road late at night when this crazy idiot jumped out of the bush.

 He must of had one too many at the pub because he started chas­ing me with a jagged bit of a bro­ken bot­tle. I knew I had to get away from him quickly so I ran for the river with him in hot pursuit.

 When I got to the river I jumped in and swam away before he could fol­low. When I was sure he wasn’t fol­low­ing me I trod water for a minute.

That’s when I noticed the croc­o­dile. It was glid­ing slowly towards me with a men­ac­ing look. I swam des­per­ately to shore.

 When I climbed up I was in a spooky grave­yard. Sud­denly the drunk­ard who had chased me walked towards me.

 “Every­thing is going to plan” he said “I lured you to my robot croc and the croc brought you here. “What do you want with me”? I yelled.

 The man told me he must kill me to bring trea­sure out of the earth.

 I came up with a plan. I dodged behind the grave­stones and hid behind the robot.

 I opened a con­trol panel in the crocs head and set it to self destruct. I dived into the river as the croc blew up shat­ter­ing the man who wasn’t drunk and some of the ground. When I swam back to shore there was a trea­sure chest in the ground.

7 years later

I’m sit­ting in my man­sion now writ­ing this and I hope the story will be passed on for generations.

The end