Right at this moment
I am not too happy with my eldest Son
Sunday nights
The rubbish goes out
For Recycling tomorrow
Black Bags
“No Glass”
Thats the warning
Fair enough
I pick up the black sack
My eldest Son has put out
and I can hear it making
A rather heavy glass noise
As I put it on the ground
I run up to his Study
Well not exactly run, slow walk
And shout, yes Shout
“Is there glass in that black sack”
“No, of course not” he says startled
Down the long stairs I go
Out to the front Garden
Pick the sack up
Feel the bottom
And “Ouch, bloody glass”
In I come and shout at him
He shouts back
“There’s no glass in there”
I hold up my left hand
With blood dripping
From a forefinger
Middle finger
Palm of hand
“Whats this damn (not quite damn) Jam”
I shout at him
He gives me a surprised look
And goes back to his Study
“Thats OK” I said
“I’ll sort it out, as usual”
I said smiling
Like hell, furious more like it
Sons?
Perhaps I spoil them too much
Right now trying to type with one hand
Time to stop
Goodnight
Ouch! Hope it’s not serious.
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Thanks Paul, I have the cuts all covered. Poured myself a Guinness to calm down, well that’s my excuse. Have a lovely evening.
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Good! Guinness, always calms. But I know a better way! Get the way here 😉 https://heartwithinart.wordpress.com/2016/11/17/hot-whiskey/ A good evening to you too. Hope it doesn’t hurt much. 😉
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Oh how I hear this! Sometimes our adult sons seem to think we’re just dumb, don’t they? (At least mine does!!!)
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