when I was 17After many many arguments, I managed to persuade my very protective parents to let me go on holiday Greek Island hopping with my then bf (who turned out to be a total smackhead but that's another story). The last thing my emotional mother said at the airport was 'No hitchhiking and NO MOPEDS!'
Of course we both hitchhiked and hired a moped. And I did the typically stupid tourist thing and burnt my leg on the exhaust. The burn went septic. When I limped through the arrivals gate, mum insisted on taking me straight to Casualty. In front of my mother, the nurse asked how I had got the burn. The fact I'd just been dragged to Casualty after a 12-hour ferry journey and 3-hour flight might've slowed down my reactions somewhat, cos all I could come up with was, 'We were in Santorini, it's volcanic, all the beaches are black and I fell asleep with my leg against a black pebble and it got really hot! Honest!'
16 years later, and it's never been talked about in the family since. But I suspect they know.
(Of course we both hitchhiked and hired a moped. And I did the typically stupid tourist thing and burnt my leg on the exhaust. The burn went septic. When I limped through the arrivals gate, mum insisted on taking me straight to Casualty. In front of my mother, the nurse asked how I had got the burn. The fact I'd just been dragged to Casualty after a 12-hour ferry journey and 3-hour flight might've slowed down my reactions somewhat, cos all I could come up with was, 'We were in Santorini, it's volcanic, all the beaches are black and I fell asleep with my leg against a black pebble and it got really hot! Honest!'
16 years later, and it's never been talked about in the family since. But I suspect they know.
Safetyfox,
Wed 26 Nov 2003, 13:42,
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