My brother came for a lightening mid-week visit. It was very nice to see him. I find that family make for relaxing visitors. My brother arrived and slung his coat over the chair and I barked “hang that up”. With other visitors, I tend to say “Will I hang that up for you or would you prefer to leave it there on the chair?” He went out with some friends on Wednesday night and I said to him “Take off your shoes when you come in and tiptoe down the corridor. I swear to God, if you wake my baby, I will rend you limb from limb”. With other visitors, I tend to say “ok, see you later then, we might be in bed when you come in, but we’ll leave a light on and, oh, don’t worry about the baby, she sleeps like a log”. Still, I don’t think many visitors would ring me in the early hours of Thursday morning and say without a trace of guilt or shame “Where is it you live again, I’ve forgotten and the taxi driver needs to know”.
Swings and roundabouts then.
on 05 November 2004 at 17:00
I’m highly suspicious he did that on purpose to teach his overly-strict sis a lesson… 
on 06 November 2004 at 11:55
Norah, thank you, and a sweetie too. Jack, really?? Loc, no, that’s how he is. He is a middle child who prides himself on his vagueness, he was also born under a lucky star.
on 06 November 2004 at 12:12
Jack, am touched. You clearly have no older sister of your own who used to torture you…poor Jack.
on 06 November 2004 at 17:28
Hey, I resent the implicatoins of your “middle chlid” comment!
BTW, would you mind taking care of those misspellings? Thanks.
