Hand-Shaped Bruise / February 8 2008
‘Why aren’t you at school, Billy?’
I met the cheerful little youngster on the recreation ground this morning. He was on his knees trying to feed chewing gum to Audrey. ‘I don’t think dogs like gum, Billy,’ I told him. I asked again, ‘Why aren’t you at school?’ He ignored me a second time and increased [...]
Climbing Trousers / February 3 2008
‘Billy, come down from there!’ his mother chided him in agonised entreaty. ‘Those are your best trousers!’
‘No they’re not,’ shouted the little boy. He scrambled even higher up the wall. ‘These are my climbing trousers.’
Hearing the querulous squeals of little Billy on the rec’ this morning and watching this anxious woman wringing her hands in [...]
While the Westerlies Sigh / January 26 2008
High winds here in England.
I have just been struggling with Audrey on the recreation ground, holding on to her lead for dear life and trying with all my might to prevent her from becoming airborne.
One of her friends, a little boy named Billy, had to use all his strength to make it over to us, [...]
