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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Not my parents.....but my parents parents. Sort of reverse-bad parenting.
My grandparents were married for some 70-odd years (seriously, they were married at 20 or so and lived until their 90s) and when one died, the other went soon after. It seems to be the way these things work.
Now, my parents both work in law enforcement or in medicine (a copper and a nurse) and are so a little blase about death. When my grandparents died, they were about to go on holiday, and being the practical and forthright people they are, weren't going to let this stop them.
So, they put the urns containing the ashes in the loft, planning to spread them when they got back.
A few months later, I ask in passing when they were planning to spread the ashes.
'Ah' says my mum. 'The thing is, er, we seem to have lost them.'
'Wha...?'
'Well, not lost them, we know they're in the loft somewhere, but we can't find them..although we've got a horrible feeling we gave them to charity when we had a clearout.'
This was a couple of years ago, and they still havn't turned up - they're probably spending eternity in the backroom of the local Oxfam.
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