Words About My Childhood

I recall another occasion when Joe was asked by our respective mothers to walk me to school. Normally Mel would do the accompanying but she must have been working or something and because Jack, Charlie and Fin are nowhere to be seen in the scenario, I’d imagine that it was before they were yet old enough to attend, so I must have been at least five and Joe at least seven. Anyway, as soon as we’d reached the end of Landor Road where the traffic meets the rushing flow of Clapham High Street, he’d scarpered. I made my own way to school, but we ended up having a fight in the corridor later that day and both ended up in trouble. On another occasion, I remember an incident when Joe was on the bog and had my Game Boy that I’d been given the previous Christmas in there with him. The rule was supposed to be that we were allowed to ask for what was ours and then it would be given back to us, but Joe had locked himself in for what seemed like an eternity. I hammered on the door until Mel got involved and returned it to me. I received violently harsh treatment from Joe for weeks after.One time the local twelve-year-old pyromaniac persuaded me to try and buy him matches when I’d been allowed to go to the corner shop unaccompanied, aged around five or six. I was rescued when attempting to do so by Susan, mother of Joe and Attie, who left their father Michael when I was aged around seven. She ran off with Mel’s best friend Tessa and became a lesbian. Tessa is a painter and recently had cancer but last I heard isn’t dying yet. Her relationship with Susan did die however, and Susan went back to being heterosexual with a different guy. The meta keywords for this article are move in cleaners and Chiswick cleaners.