I'm back on Thinking Ten. It's got my creative juices going again, although so far I've not come up with anything that continues from the previous day's creation. But these four lads have appeared before.
That was Alan; always the first to complain about anything.
“Well no-one did, so shut it.”
Simmo. Putting an end to Alan’s whinge before it got out of hand; probably protecting Baz from feeling guilty. He was good like that. It had been Baz’s idea to sneak out from home, tell all the parents that we were staying at someone else’s house, but sleep out in the old shed on the allotment. He said it would be a laugh and we were all quick enough to agree, but none of us was quick enough to think it through. We had no food, no drink, no light, not even warm clothes, and it was freezing. Not to mention that we’d broken the shed window two weeks ago trying to get inside the place.
Nigel saved us in the end.
“Let’s go to mine. Mother won’t care if I say you guys are crashing on the floor for the night. You can all say honestly that you’ve got permission.”
Baz didn’t look too keen at first but he perked up at Nigel’s next announcement.
“There’ll be cocoa, and biscuits. And Dad brought that new street fight game home today and I’ve not had chance to try it yet.”
So we all trooped off to Nigel’s place, trying to look like we planned it that way.
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“Well this is a right wash-out if you ask me.”That was Alan; always the first to complain about anything.
“Well no-one did, so shut it.”
Simmo. Putting an end to Alan’s whinge before it got out of hand; probably protecting Baz from feeling guilty. He was good like that. It had been Baz’s idea to sneak out from home, tell all the parents that we were staying at someone else’s house, but sleep out in the old shed on the allotment. He said it would be a laugh and we were all quick enough to agree, but none of us was quick enough to think it through. We had no food, no drink, no light, not even warm clothes, and it was freezing. Not to mention that we’d broken the shed window two weeks ago trying to get inside the place.
Nigel saved us in the end.
“Let’s go to mine. Mother won’t care if I say you guys are crashing on the floor for the night. You can all say honestly that you’ve got permission.”
Baz didn’t look too keen at first but he perked up at Nigel’s next announcement.
“There’ll be cocoa, and biscuits. And Dad brought that new street fight game home today and I’ve not had chance to try it yet.”
So we all trooped off to Nigel’s place, trying to look like we planned it that way.
2 comments:
Reminds me of me. I must have been about nine and nothing as streetwise, but we did eat - raw potatoes, straight from the farmer's field - I wouldn’t recommend them.
Hi Anne ... very realistic - I tried to leave home a few times and didn't get very far - not beyond the garden boundaries - glad I didn't though ... it was more comfortable a la casa.
Cheers Hilary
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