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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Bleach!I remember, when I was,oooh, about six Mum suspected there was some bleach missing from the bottle. My Dad's logical explanation?
AsADie must have drunk it!
Solution?
Make him vomit!
So! I am called to the bathroom and forced to drink a pint of warm, salty water. I manage about half before the entire contents of the stomach ended up in the bowl. Thanks Dad! I didn't drink the bleach.
Funny thing is - modern thinking would have us frowning at inducing vomiting in such a case.
On a plus though! My father would always be there, rubbing the back of a child that got up in the night to be sick - every time. Thing was, when I first left home (joined up), and was sick (alcohol induced 'course :D), he was miles away at home not with me! Sounds silly now - but I really did miss him! He's gone for good now and I still miss him!
(, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 18:18, Reply)
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