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Dad was lousy at talking about himself
Jan. 6th, 2013 11:47 pmMum rarely drinks beer (she prefers wine) but she does find it a good drink for very hot evenings. Thus she was sitting outside this evening with a bottle of Pale Ale when she suddenly asked me if she'd ever told me about the time Dad got drunk and had a fight with the orange trees.
... no?
This was several years before I was born, it seems, back at our old property. They'd been over at the neighbour's place, having a drink and while Mum had gone home to put young Brother to bed, Dad had stayed on to share some of Husband Neighbour's home-brewed beer.
Well, some time later Mum heard a rather, ah, lively, conversation taking place in the side paddock and went out to discover Dad having an animated discussion with some orange trees. And boxing with them.
The next morning, he said that he was never touching that stuff again. (She'd pretty sure he did though.)
This reminiscence not only set me off laughing, it prompted Mum to give our old neighbours a call (they've lived in Queensland for over twenty years now but we've always kept in touch.) They were delighted by the story although their own memories of the evening were, er, a trifle vague.
... no?
This was several years before I was born, it seems, back at our old property. They'd been over at the neighbour's place, having a drink and while Mum had gone home to put young Brother to bed, Dad had stayed on to share some of Husband Neighbour's home-brewed beer.
Well, some time later Mum heard a rather, ah, lively, conversation taking place in the side paddock and went out to discover Dad having an animated discussion with some orange trees. And boxing with them.
The next morning, he said that he was never touching that stuff again. (She'd pretty sure he did though.)
This reminiscence not only set me off laughing, it prompted Mum to give our old neighbours a call (they've lived in Queensland for over twenty years now but we've always kept in touch.) They were delighted by the story although their own memories of the evening were, er, a trifle vague.
