Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Ne're do wells...

When I was visiting my father in hospital last week, he complained that there was no clock in the room. I went and bought one for him. When I came back the nurse said to me “Would you believe someone stole the clock off the wall?” My father and I just looked at each other and smiled. A long time ago when my grandmother was in hospital, there was an uproar as both a clock and a mat went missing. All my relatives looked innocent and I’ll be loyal and say they most probably were…sorta… know, possibly innocent. We have some light fingered, ne’re do wells 'opportunists' in the Jones family but then everyone has strange relatives. No, I’ve never stolen a clock on a wall. I’m too short.

Family. You can love ‘em, fight ‘em, ignore ‘em, hide and pretend you’re not home when they arrive, bail ‘em out of jail or wonder if you’re adopted but they’re there and a writer can always use ‘em in a story.


anny cook said...

Glad I'm not the only one with that. :-)

Sandra Cox said...