3 stories
No. 1 - Babysat brother and sister, great kids except one night whilst piggybacking the son around the house at full pelt his head collided with mine and his mouth bled alot, calmed him down and he was fine, didnt realise he'd left a note on his bedroom door for his parents, saying how i'd made him have a horrible accident and his mouth bled.. didnt go back again.

No. 2 - Babysat 2 sisters, great fun but mega hyper, we'd have screaming competitions to see if I could wear them out so they would sleep, anyway one night lots of noise upstairs so went to check on them, youngest was stood at the top of the stairs and toilet was running in the background, had a short conversation of 'so then, have you flushed something down the toilet?' yes was the reply discovered it wasnt just one but 4 loo rolls had gone down but of course got stuck, beautiful task of plucking them out ensued, I didnt go back after that.

3rd - New job, nice and easy one child to manage, lovely house, nice Bang and Olufsen sound system, back in the 90's this was class, next visit took a number of tapes to record cd's, after a long time twiddling with buttons I managed to figure out how to use and duly started taping any decent cd in the collection, didnt figure on parents arriving home early and catching me in the act.. last time I went there.

Never suited the job was more on the wavelength of the children..
(just juice I like trifle for breakfast, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 22:06, Reply)