The tale of Pat
Pat was the wife of my Uncle G. He had 2 daughters (Who I will call V and R) with her and one messy divorce.

I had not really spoken to my Uncle for a few years due to an incident where Pat had stormed out of a family Christmas party accusing me and my brothers (I am the eldest and was aged 7 at the time) of wearing my Christmas cracker hat in a way that was mocking her and my Grandad (Who was asleep in a chair for most of the party) had spent the last 10 minutes making menacing gestures towards her.

Anywhoo after the divorce my Uncle G started to get back onto his feet and Pat started to become more crazy.

Pat decided to take a week away in Edinburgh for her 47th and invited her two daughters, as long as they paid their own way. V, the eldest of the two took the opportunity while R refused as the week was during her exams (A Levels). Pat wasn’t too chuffed at this but went ahead anyway.

Midway through the week of Pats 47th holiday, R is at home revising for tomorrows exam when there is a knock at the door, she opens it to see her mum stood on the front door. Pat then proceeds to kick the crap out of her daughter throw as many breakable items as she can at R all the time yelling at her for not coming up to see her on her 47th birthday. After any item that can be broken has been used on R (Who is now bleeding a hell of a lot) Pat then leaves, jumps into a taxi, back to the train station for a return trip to Edinburgh.

R managed to pass her exams, moved into a new place, refused to speak to her demented mother and still has a couple of nasty looking scars from the incident.

Pats next bit of violence was to be her last, she spotted my Uncle G and his new girlfriend in a pub one night and decided to attack the two.....by throwing one of the metal chairs at them through the glass window pain that was between them. As she was being held down by the bouncers Pat managed to blame the whole thing on my Uncle’s girlfriend, as she was wearing a blue dress and my Uncle G knew that the colour blue was one that Pat hated.

Made the local papers and everything.

If I get round to it I might do a reply about my own feud with my mother about the miners’ strike.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 15:09, 1 reply)