As a very small boy
while playing with my cousin round the back of my grans house (not doctors and nurses, that was a different day), we found a "sparkler". It was a tiny little stone, probably a little cubic zirconia from out one of my other cousin's jewellery or some such, but to us it was a diamond!

If I recall correctly, it was my cousin who spotted it first, this tiny little sparkly diamond, and she plonked it into my hand to have a look at, at which point, being the boy and obviously the best, I decided it was mine.

Instantly, flashes of the fabulous life which would be mine came into my mind as I imagined myself eating mountains of angel delight or whatever things my teensy seven year old brain could imagine. This was my ticket out of here, surely a diamond such as this would be worth millions.

My cousin, rather shamefully I should add, was not at all pleased with this situation, and immediately attempted to snatch the prize from my clammy little hand. In the ensuing struggle, our little sparkler was lost on the dusty ground, and several hours (or what seemed like it, probably about ten minutes) of searching revealed nothing. It was gone forever.

The moral of the story is quite clearly this..... little girls are greedy and will destroy your dreams. If only I had learned that lesson then, I might have my mountains of angel delight by now.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 9 Nov 2008, 19:49, Reply)