This is a loose collection of memories, some big, some tiny, and some that probably don’t mean much to anyone except me, and no-one e;se will really care about. I’m trying to get them down before they disappear completely.
Take all dates with a pinch of salt. Unless I have firm evidence, they may be out by a year or two, but they’re close enough for me.
1975 - The Day I Built a Bomb - not quite as alarming as it sounds, but probably still one of those things best explained properly.
1982 - "A Drop Out of the Ordinary" - I remember a mate of mine, Chris, drawing this for a school art project; a splash of water, with one tiny droplet picked out in a different colour.
2005 - "A Tiger in the House" - I guess Rebecca was about six or so when she came running from the conservatory, or the “it-ree” as they used to call it, saying there was a tiger in there. Being the fun dad I was, I followed her in. She pointed to the corner where the tiger was and said, “There!”
I looked over and could only see the rocking horse that their grandma Pam had bought them. “Is that it?” I asked, playfully. “No, Dad!” Rebecca replied, in her sternest six-year-old voice. “That’s a horse.”
It proper put me in my place.
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