Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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At least most of you were paid.I worked for my dinner -- literally. As a child,I was often home for hours on my own while my Mum was at work. Left to my own devices,did I cause chaos in the neighbourhood or teach myself to build pipe bombs?
Oh,no. . .I decided to learn how to cook.
We aren't talking about boiling water and adding the pasta,either;I had mastered layer cakes,roasted chicken and several sauces by the tender-as-my-pie-crusts age of ten.
My Mum,though clever,has never been much of a cook. It didn't take her long to figure out how to best exploit my new hobby. Soon,I was the proud owner of several shiny new cookbooks and I got to do all of the menu planning and shopping!
Twenty years on,I own over six hundred cookbooks and my Mum only goes into the kitchen when the microwave dings. Our Christmas card this year read 'Wish you were here;you'd do all the cooking.'.Bless.
My sister and I figured it out one day -- if you want servants but don't feel like having to pay them,what do you do? You have kids.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 18:49, Reply)
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