Here is my gorgeous younger brother trying to pick up a lion cub during the time that we lived in Africa. This picture amuses me a lot, mainly because if you look carefully there is a rather nasty bite mark on his leg that didn’t come from the lion. I’m very sorry I did that. I don’t remember doing it. Just as I don’t remember being responsible for causing an accident involving a cup hook that resulted in him having 18 stitches to the inside of his mouth. Shit. Not good. I was obviously a revolting child and I am making a public apology for being so crap. I clearly had a penchant for biting for a moment though, because once I bit a friend on the forehead and when my mother asked me what had just happened I casually reported that “she has just bitten herself”.
Happy Birthday to my ridiculously clever, saving lives every day, funny brother – bloody hell, didn’t you have some dodgy shoes in your younger days!
Brother no. 1
March 18, 2009Thank you for the dedicated post-I appreciate it. Except it was 25 stitches not 18 and those shoes are your hand-me downs I think. You also forgot to mention the time you made me jump out of a rubber dinghy in Malta when I couldn’t swim and had no armbands on. Admittedly I only did it because you told me I couldn’t touch the bottom but that was part of your bigger reverse psychology strategy. Or the time you told me I could hatch an egg by sitting on it…..
My God. Why do we still get on so well? I need therapy now. Xxx
family affairs
March 18, 2009Ha ha, how funny – forgot about the other things – you’ve needed therapy for years Lx
karen
March 18, 2009I’m trying to catch up on all your posts and this is my favourite! love the shoes, and sisterly bite mark.. and now that I’ve come here, I am laughing about the rubber dinghy incident in Malta, too!
family affairs
March 18, 2009I know! How bad is that? What a rubbish older sister I was (much better now – don’t bite much anymore) Lx