Siblings
Brothers and sisters - can't live with 'em, can't stove 'em to death with the coal scuttle and bury 'em behind the local industrial estate. Tell us about yours.
Thanks to suboftheday for the suggestion -we're keeping the question open for another week for the New Year
( , Thu 25 Dec 2008, 17:20)
Brothers and sisters - can't live with 'em, can't stove 'em to death with the coal scuttle and bury 'em behind the local industrial estate. Tell us about yours.
Thanks to suboftheday for the suggestion -we're keeping the question open for another week for the New Year
( , Thu 25 Dec 2008, 17:20)
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Older Sister
My older, and only sis, died just over three years ago.
As a youngster i.e. first 4-6 years of my life i was profoundly hard of hearing, 70% lose. Due to an allergy to dairy products lead to glue ear and chronic earache. Took a while for me to be diagnosed and thus treated. I can selectively hear fine now.
As a wee one i would mumble and point, basically noone was able to understand me, bar my sis. Who would quite happily informed the rents what i desired, simple stuff like a biscuit. So for the first years of my life she was my voice. She was also very protective of me and as good a big sis as you could get.
I remember she took me out to the piub with her and her mates at the tender age of 13 (we were living in Holland at the time so have quite a different culture). I had a few beers pissed about and decided i was hungry so disappeared up the road to the chippy and got me some foods. On my return i found my sis in tears, very much worried. Why? Because i had buggered off without telling her and she thought i was lost/missing/stolen. She had her mates out looking for me.
We got on well. We moved around every 3.5 years till i was 12 then we moved to Holland. She stayed at boarding school to finished off her standard grades then moved to Holland for her A-Levels and went off to Uni. I stayed in Holland and extended my family thru the medium of school friends.
I digress. When we were younger and living in Norway. We were on one occasion at an airport, as one does. I was chasing her about and she was evading me. Until she stood in front of a mouth height metal thing and taunted me to catch her. So i duely ran at her, to have her move at the last minute and me run full pettle mouth first into the metal thing.
On her 11th birthday i did trip her and she was running down the street which resulted in her needing butterfly stitches and me with a very very soar backside.
It was weird for my dad to find out she had a tattoo on her hip, from the autopsy report. Her lover weight more than her brain....
( , Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:33, Reply)
My older, and only sis, died just over three years ago.
As a youngster i.e. first 4-6 years of my life i was profoundly hard of hearing, 70% lose. Due to an allergy to dairy products lead to glue ear and chronic earache. Took a while for me to be diagnosed and thus treated. I can selectively hear fine now.
As a wee one i would mumble and point, basically noone was able to understand me, bar my sis. Who would quite happily informed the rents what i desired, simple stuff like a biscuit. So for the first years of my life she was my voice. She was also very protective of me and as good a big sis as you could get.
I remember she took me out to the piub with her and her mates at the tender age of 13 (we were living in Holland at the time so have quite a different culture). I had a few beers pissed about and decided i was hungry so disappeared up the road to the chippy and got me some foods. On my return i found my sis in tears, very much worried. Why? Because i had buggered off without telling her and she thought i was lost/missing/stolen. She had her mates out looking for me.
We got on well. We moved around every 3.5 years till i was 12 then we moved to Holland. She stayed at boarding school to finished off her standard grades then moved to Holland for her A-Levels and went off to Uni. I stayed in Holland and extended my family thru the medium of school friends.
I digress. When we were younger and living in Norway. We were on one occasion at an airport, as one does. I was chasing her about and she was evading me. Until she stood in front of a mouth height metal thing and taunted me to catch her. So i duely ran at her, to have her move at the last minute and me run full pettle mouth first into the metal thing.
On her 11th birthday i did trip her and she was running down the street which resulted in her needing butterfly stitches and me with a very very soar backside.
It was weird for my dad to find out she had a tattoo on her hip, from the autopsy report. Her lover weight more than her brain....
( , Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:33, Reply)
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