Friday, December 25, 2020

I Won’t Be Wronged, I Won’t Be Insulted, and I Won't Be Layed a Hand On


Dad would kneel down at the side of his bed and say his prayers in public in barracks when he was doing his National Service. If anyone took the piss he would sort it out the old fashioned way.

My sister Caroline is 19 years younger than me. When he was putting her to bed, I am told, he would craftily say his prayers then as well to save time later. Love grows.

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