Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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7 or so years agoI went on one of those WW1 battlefield trips with the school (mainly because my then-attractive history teacher *nods sympathetically to Rachelswipe* was in charge). So, we spent four days wandering around France and Belgium looking at graves and battlefields and the chavvy girls running round hotels in their pyjamas (the teachers were not amused, but the pervy French men were), and then we got an earlier ferry back than we'd expected to.
In those days very few even of the spoilt rich kids in my year had mobile phones, and while they all let their mates borrow their phones to tell their parents, I didn't get chance to for I was not one of the popular girls.
So, needless to say, we get back to school and my parents aren't there. An hour later, they are still not there. History Teacher can't go home because I've not been despatched (I'm sure he thought I did it on purpose), and after several frantic payphone calls home, we sit in a cafe and wait. There is a very, very uncomfortable silence.
Eventually my parents showed up, and where had they been?
20 miles away, watching Chicken Run at the cinema. Perhaps they thought they were doing me a favour.
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Maladicta, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 14:58,
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