Suffered much at hands of sister
She, being four years my senior, used to encourage me to get the toys from the bottom of our toy chest (cue me leaning over edge, "mysteriously" losing my balance and falling in) then sit on the lid...for two to three hours. How does a 8 year old girl have enough concentration to do that for that long ??? Am claustrophobic to this very day.

She also "accidentally" gave me a bottle of surgical spirits to drink when I was 18 months old. Being well prepared for studenthood some 17 years early I downed it. Stomach pumping memory thankfully non existent but I bet it hurt like buggery.

She also (vicious cow really) tied me up and herself (!!!) with my mothers sik scarf in the car (which my mother had left us in to get something from a shop (hey it was the 70's you could get away with that sort of thing)) and told my mother that a strange man had got into the car and done it to us. Little cow stuck to her elaborate story well into the police interview.

She used to wait until I was close enough to her to not get away, hit me, scream and then tell dad that I had beat her up. Cue arse slapping for moi despite the protestations of innocence. She got away with it every bloody time too, at least until I realised that I might as well hit seeing as I was going to carry the can for it anyway.

Once I achieved physical parity she became much more loving towards her "little bruv"....concidence?
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 19 Aug 2005, 16:22, Reply)