I have one sister whose four years younger then me, and during school holidays we were left alone when our mum went to work from the time I was about 12.
We weren’t allowed in the garden, mum didn’t want the neighbours to realise we were home alone (as if they never heard the noise coming through the walls), but I liked to make ‘cars’ using a
Not that I was going in there - too many spiders.
I used to send the sister in and direct from the door.
Usually once the vehicle had been constructed she was my
Until the day mum got home early just as sister was half way down the path on a ‘test run’.
No-one would listen to my excuses even though I told them it wasn’t me that got the stuff out the shed.
Another time I decided to be a hairdresser and
“ she’s still yours really, we’ll just pretend she’s mine”.
Even at eight she was more mature then me.
If something got broke, which happened a lot, I’d
But the day of the ‘great tea tray disaster’ pretty much put paid to that.
The tray was quite big, made of metal and fairly heavy.
Ideal for stair surfing.
Every cushion in the house was piled at the bottom of the stairs first. The stairs were the kind that have wooden posts all the way up. I’m not sure exactly how but the tray slid out from under me, hit the wooden posts and two of them broke - I tried glue, then I tried bribing the sister with just about everything I had to take the blame for me.
This time she wasn't playing though.
In the end I had to own up.
My favourite story happened when we were older.
By now I’m 17 and she’s 13.
And a willing accomplice.
Our gran was very ill, so mum and her sister were taking it in turns to stay with her. Mum from Monday until Friday when her sister, who lived away would come down. One week our auntie couldn’t make it so mum was staying until Monday. With a free house at the weekend we decided to do what any teenagers would.
Have a party.
Friday was the big day, two days to clear up after and the safest course of action was to get the ornaments off the shelves (our mum had a lot), put them in her room and lock the door.
So Friday afternoon we start to move them, but they're dusty so we had them all on the floor, a bowl of soapy water and we’re washing them ready to take upstairs when we hear a key in the door.
“Girls ! Surprise ! I’m home !!”
*Exchange of horrified panicked looks across bowl of mucky water*
She comes into the living room saying
“Auntie managed to get down after all……”
Then stops, looks at us and starts saying,
“Oh you girls, oh my….“ and the phone rings and she runs to answer it.
Me and my sister are mouthing “fuck fuck...” at each other, then we hear her........
Telling whoever was on the phone about her wonderful daughters who are spring cleaning the house for her……
Then we had a really fun evening.
Sat at the top of our road telling all the local teenagers carrying various alcoholic beverages that the party was cancelled.
I wrote this after reading a fellow bloggers story about him and his younger siblings...you can read that here http://getcurrent.blogspot.com/2011/02/tales-from-past-vol-6-homemade-bungee.html?zx=aba3202a2645120c its hilarious !!