Friday, 12 July 2013

Have mouth guard...will travel...

Years ago when my father’s mother died and he was about to fly down to her funeral, my mother said to him, “Take your mouthguard.” Why? There was a history of brawling in that side of the family. Slug it out, fall down bleeding and then get up and go have a beer together. They’re strong, tough people who led a hard, hard life of poverty in the slums.  The other side of the family? Crazy, wild, brooding, dramatic people with long memories and smart mouths.

I have a long memory. I have a smart mouth. I’m about to go into battle in the next week. I have my mouth guard. Bring it.