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!
March 18th, 2009 at 6:49 am
Thank 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
March 18th, 2009 at 7:36 am
Ha ha, how funny – forgot about the other things – you’ve needed therapy for years Lx
March 18th, 2009 at 8:16 am
I’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!
March 18th, 2009 at 8:22 am
I know! How bad is that? What a rubbish older sister I was (much better now – don’t bite much anymore) Lx