He left home at 16 & a half, suddenly, and brought a limping three legged dog home on his next visit, called Whizz, with one blind eye. What is going on ?
Yes, I know you've already heard this one, but I suddenly feel the need to unravel that critical incident, which has been locked away in my memory. Hello Whizz. Whizz, what kind of a name is that for a dog ? It's a great name. Not a great Dane I joked. Oh how moronic was I ? What an easy target I, the mother earth am, easy to be duped and this is the beginning of 16 years of you running slipshod over my life and emotions, with your deceptive smile and your charismatic laugh.Ha ha ha, Mum's mad. Mum's crazy. Indeed I am.
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