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Relatives.

Sitting in my Sisters house drinking a cup of tea and getting more of the family news. I remarked on how well behaved my sisters children were. Smiling she remarked, I hope you think the same when you leave to go home. I thought no more about it and listened to my sister’s tales of what had happened really just familiar Family gossip nothing worth writing about it is probably the same kind of gossip that goes on in most Families.

Looking at the time I told my Sister that I would just about make it before my husband came home, He is miserable if his food is not upon the table waiting for him when he gets home. Having said this I got up from chair, I could not move my legs someone possibly one of my Sisters children had gently and very quietly tied both my legs to the table. I called to my sister to help me she came into the room and on seeing my predicament she burst out laughing. The children hearing their mother laughing, rushed into the room, they too laughed all were of the opinion that this was one of the funniest pranks that they had thought of in a long time. My Sister still laughing came back into the room with a very large carving knife. The kids burst out with Mum you are not going to do her in are you. No of course not I was very glad to hear. I am only going to cut the rope with the carving knife it is the only knife that cuts in this Family. Then from the five mouths of the children, OH! No mum you cannot cut the rope it is our skipping rope, we will untie the knots if it takes us all night. That was from the girls the boys, that is our rope for playing bus ups you know Mum when two boys Join hands behind the back and the rope is their reins for guiding the horses. Don’t cut out rope mum whatever you do. Now the boys and the girls were busy untying the rope that has been well knotted.

I started to panic my husband will never believe that I had let myself be tied up by a bunch of kids why I had not even started to do his dinner. There will be a flaming row again when and if I do get home in time. Why does my stupid Sister just cut the rope I can always buy them a new one. No this rope was special it was given to the children by their Granny. Now Granny is another kettle of fish as the saying goes. If she ever heard that I had been the cause of having that rope cut my name would be mud for the rest of my life. You do not know our Grandma. Happy and cheerful on the outside but a terrible bitch on the inside, I certainly do not want her to think that I could not curtain a few kids why the little darlings were all as good as gold when they visited her house, Bless them.

My sister managed with the help of the kids to get the dammned rope off my leggs. I grabbed my coat and my handbag shouted goodbye and the left their house running all the way to my place. I got home just before he ccma home, I had just got the tome to make a cup of tea two fried eggs and some bacon. It was the best I could do after getting home just in time. I will not be going to my Sisters for a while or at least not before they are all left school and have to work for a living. Skipping ropes, Horses reins for playing buss ups. What a way to bring children up to be responsible member of society. A week later I was again at my sisters she has the juiciest pieces of scandal about all in her street and I would hate to miss out on any thing new., Mind you I only go when the kids are school, My other Bern I always tell him all of news about what is happening in our street. I got a shock when my sister told me that he was the scribbler on Postpems.Org it is our favourite place for poems and prose you must try it, do not be put off by what I have written after all you do not have to live near my gossiping Sister and she drives me potty sometime best wishes from a friend of Bern’s who calls himself the scribbler.