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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Purplefairy's story belowreminded me of my mate Ian's tale of his budgie. He came in from school one day to find it lying, feet in the air, on the bottom of the cage.
"Oh, it must have died", quoth his dad.
Ian was naturally upset, but he got over it eventually.
Many years later, his dad revealed the truth. The budgie had had a tumour on its arse (honestly!) and rather than pay the vet his dad had taken it out of the cage, wrung its neck and pretended it had died.
I think finding out after all those years upset him more that the initial death!
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 13:58,
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