Adventures with Aged Uncle- No.1
Got told off for doing a quick right in the car because I had to turn down the road he wanted to go on and I didn't pip the horn to let Pam (his daughter) know. He said they were in the car behind us - they weren't. He didn't talk to me for a full five minutes. Nearly killed said Uncle when again, I nearly missed a turning on a roundabout and swiftly (and swervily) rectified it. He didn't speak to me for ten minutes after but that was because he was in a state of shock. He fell off a kerb and I put my back out trying to catch him before he hit the floor. He said he was fine, he didn't trip, what was I worrying about? The next day, he pretended to shoot a young woman with his walking stick and overbalanced - toppling sideways. As I was walking at the back of him I caught him from behind (they might be after me for the England cricket team at this rate-Howzat!) but he was annoyed that his display of male hunter- gatherer machoism for the lady had ended badly. 'If you'd get from behind me' he said 'I might be able to walk properly!' Perhaps if you put your walking stick on the ground for the purpose intended and stop playing geriatric cowboys and indians - it might have the same effect? He loves me really...
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