IF IT ISN'T MOVING

 

IF IT ISN’T MOVING

Pa’s smile got him out of many scrapes caused by his impish sense of humour, but he had a short fuse, and Mum backed him up even when he was wrong, so our teenage years were bumpy.

Even so, the love lingers.

It's strange, the things that stick in one's mind. If he had a tin of paint open he'd paint anything that wasn't moving. My friends still talk about the bright red toilet seat in the cloakroom, with half a phone book on a nail. 

For years I believed Pa had torn that book in half bare-handed, like Desperate Dan.     

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Rochelle challenged us not to write about the pandemic, or the Toilet Roll Craze, so instead I've written a little autobiographical piece, every word of which is true.

If you go to Rochelle's blog and follow the frog trail you can see if anyone failed to meet the challenge!  https://rochellewisoff.com/