Things have been a little bit testy to say the least, essentially revolving around 12 year old son Bob’s shenanigans. If you have read this previously I think you will agree the signs were there that things were getting a little out of hand. He had been left home alone, just for ½ an hour or so, on a couple of occasions. Once, when I rang home to check all was well, I discovered from his 9 year old sister who he was meant to be looking after, that he was outside gutting a rabbit. The other time I came back to an open front door and a kitchen which seemed strangely re-arranged. Bob had removed all our musical equipment and was upstairs, his white school shirt covered in the blood of a pheasant he had managed to extract from the teeth of a dog, hammering away on his drum set accompanying an old Razorlight song. These pale into insignificance when compared with last Friday afternoon when Sophie received a rather terse message on our answer phone from someone who, together with the dog he was out for a walk with, had been somewhat taken by surprise, when, right in front of them, a pigeon fell out of a tree in our garden onto the road outside the house. The man explained he was also a little nonplussed by the loud report of a gunshot which preceded this event. Happily all was well in the end, save for the pigeon of course. The latest incident - and this reminds me actually, I must sue Bear Grylls – was when my wife came into the kitchen to discover Bob sipping a cup of tea. An avid watcher of Mr Gryll’s survival programmes, he thought he would try out stewed pine needles which Bear insists is delicious and nutritious. Perhaps they are. But although similar looking, the leaves of yew trees have very different properties.
Talking of hitting the road, I am off early today....trying out a new horse! Yee haa. As my grandmother used to say. To heck with poverty. Put another pea in the soup.
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