Great family holidays
Ole Man was poor sometimes and quite well off at others - so we would either go somewhere inexpensive, or somewhere quite luxurious.

One year we had a tent on the Isle of Wight.

Things looking pretty bleak day one until I bump into my best mate - who lives over the road from me way back home - what a great result! Ole Man well pissed off as they are staying in a chalet and we are stuck in the tent. Oh how I laughed when my mates parents walked over to our 'tent' to say hello and my Dad squirmed like fuck.

Another cracker was when my parents took my sister and me to France to stay in a lovely cottage with some family friends with children of similar ages.

Both my sister and I were asthmatic (she still is) and I suffer from quite bad hay fever - so picking a cottage surrounded by hay fields was great planning by the ole man.

Of course much wheezing and eye watering occurred and I must admit I felt slightly under the weather and wasn't really up for much. Cue ole Man grabbing me by the scruff of the neck one day (I was 8) and smashing me into the wall and ceiling screaming that he wished I was dead and that I had ruined his holiday (all whilst crying!).

It didn't pick up much for me after that - and that particular moment has stayed with me since (sob).

Now I have kids of my own, and I can vaguely understand that having a sickly child on holiday can be a tad irritating - but my daughter is asthmatic and I would certainly do my best to avoid a fucking field full of hay!

Still - look on the bright side - he is currently dying from Emphysema and when we are to be shortly gathered round his death bed I will remind him about that particular family holiday - call him a cunt - and wish him merely on his way to hell.



Length? About 3 weeks per the latest doctors diagnosis
(devasa, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 21:57, Reply)