My older brother
could be a right shit to me at times ... but mostly he was fab.

When we were little, he repaired so many things that I broke so I wouldn't get into trouble with mum. He was a dab hand with that Airfix glue, I tell you.

He scrubbed pen marks off the carpet many a time, again, so I wouldn't get into trouble.

I would never have passed my Maths exams without his help.

He used to drive 15 miles into town at stupid o'clock in the morning when I'd spent my taxi money on more booze than was good for me. Then he'd lie to mum in the morning about what time I had got home.

He once drove right across the country to pick me up at the airport at 6 o'clock on a Sunday morning, after mum forgot. Yes, forgot. Her only daughter, first holiday without the parents, but she forgot I was due home. Thanks mum.

He was the only one in the family who made my first real boyfriend welcome in the family home. My parents barely even spoke to him. His sin? He was unemployed, at a time when 10% of the population were on the dole.

When I was a skint new parent, he bought a new tumble drier for me, when I couldn't afford to.

These are just a few, I could go on and on and on. Which brings me to why I've hardly been here for the last month or so. In between organising for Christmas, I've been helping him move house, and "sort out" the new place.

Soppy, I know. I'll dredge up a few of his pranks later.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Tue 30 Dec 2008, 14:00, 1 reply)

Nice bro
He sounds like a really nice guy. I hope I'm like that to my sis, but I have a feeling it's her who's like that to me!
(Chevron71 is oscillating wildly...., Wed 31 Dec 2008, 1:01, closed)