The pony’s got rust and the car has a new disease
I’ve probably got that the wrong way around, but any and every new disaster seems to take on epic proportions around my house these days.
Take last night, being selfishly asleep, my beloved (allegedly) daughter brought me back to life by almost dislocating my entire body.
“Dad!” and when that didn’t work, it being 03.30 and all, “Dad!!”
What, I mumbled. Had world war three started and ended whilst I was foolish enough to let down my guard?
“Can horses catch seizures?”
Not a difficult question to answer at that time of the morning since I probably wouldn’t know in the fullness of day.
“No, I don’t think so.”
I took a moment to wonder if wedging one’s own offspring into the laundry basket was a crime.
“It’s not like a disease. They’re a symptom of something else…” I rambled on for another few seconds before deciding on the wisest course of action. I’m a pretty fair minded person so I opted for brevity.
“If you ever want to ride again, go back to bed.”
“‘Cos I’ll bite your legs off if you don’t go back to bed. In fact I’ll count to three and by the time I get to one you’d better be asleep, and more importantly – gone.”
I’ve also made some major inroads into three Hoodies 4, although logic dictates that I really should finish the editing of number three before it goes too far. Pretty soon I’ll have begun five before three has hit the market.