‘Come on Harry, we haven’t got all day.’
Why is it Mum expects me to walk as fast as her when her legs are taller than me? She said I just fell over cos I wasn’t looking where I was going, but I couldn’t see nothing but bags and legs and now me knee’s bleeding too.
She wants to try being a kid sometimes.
I remember this road, we came here for the carnival and when I grow up I’m going to live in that house there with the big windows upstairs, were you can see everything.
I decided it carnival day cos nothing good ever happens in our road, well nothing happens on our road, actually! Unless you count the day the bin men dropped our rubbish and left it, and Mr Baldy Beerguts next door had a go at my dad about the smell. Then there was a fight on our road! My dad went nuts that the ‘lazy good for nothin’ had the cheek to come and knock on our door complaining, then Dad completely lost it and old baldy beerguts ended up shoved off our path onto the road. I thought it was brilliant, but Mum said they were behaving like kids. Dad told her to mind her mouth, at least he had a job and paid his taxes and didn’t sponge off the state like the likes of him next door.
When we came to see the carnival down this road we were late, so Mum pushed me forwards so I could see and I got squashed into a man at the side of me ‘Watch yourself boy!’ he said. Well, my dad heard him, didn’t he! ‘Watch who you’re fucking talking to mate, you don’t own the fucking pavement’ he shouted. The man stuck his finger up at my dad, so my dad grabbed him and pushed him on the road, knocked him to the ground smacking his head on the pavement.
My tummy started worrying cos there was a policeman by us now trying to pull Dad off the man and get them out of the road. I knew the carnival had started cos I could hear the band and the lorries beeping their horns. Next thing two more policemen arrived and took my dad round the corner to a police car.
Mum said we’d have to see the carnival another day because we were going home now.
He always does that, my dad, goes on about what is wrong with the people of this country and then starts a fight. Mum says he’s frustrated, whatever that means, I think he’s just like old baldy beerguts but with hair.
‘For goodness sake Harry, keep up. Your dad will be waiting and you know what will happen if we are late.’
I know … he’ll go off on one again. But I want her to see that house over there, the one I saw the day of the carnival, because it says ‘For Sale’ on the lollipop board in the garden and that means if you’re rich you can buy it.
I wish I was a grown up today …
Why is it Mum expects me to walk as fast as her when her legs are taller than me? She said I just fell over cos I wasn’t looking where I was going, but I couldn’t see nothing but bags and legs and now me knee’s bleeding too.
She wants to try being a kid sometimes.
I remember this road, we came here for the carnival and when I grow up I’m going to live in that house there with the big windows upstairs, were you can see everything.
I decided it carnival day cos nothing good ever happens in our road, well nothing happens on our road, actually! Unless you count the day the bin men dropped our rubbish and left it, and Mr Baldy Beerguts next door had a go at my dad about the smell. Then there was a fight on our road! My dad went nuts that the ‘lazy good for nothin’ had the cheek to come and knock on our door complaining, then Dad completely lost it and old baldy beerguts ended up shoved off our path onto the road. I thought it was brilliant, but Mum said they were behaving like kids. Dad told her to mind her mouth, at least he had a job and paid his taxes and didn’t sponge off the state like the likes of him next door.
When we came to see the carnival down this road we were late, so Mum pushed me forwards so I could see and I got squashed into a man at the side of me ‘Watch yourself boy!’ he said. Well, my dad heard him, didn’t he! ‘Watch who you’re fucking talking to mate, you don’t own the fucking pavement’ he shouted. The man stuck his finger up at my dad, so my dad grabbed him and pushed him on the road, knocked him to the ground smacking his head on the pavement.
My tummy started worrying cos there was a policeman by us now trying to pull Dad off the man and get them out of the road. I knew the carnival had started cos I could hear the band and the lorries beeping their horns. Next thing two more policemen arrived and took my dad round the corner to a police car.
Mum said we’d have to see the carnival another day because we were going home now.
He always does that, my dad, goes on about what is wrong with the people of this country and then starts a fight. Mum says he’s frustrated, whatever that means, I think he’s just like old baldy beerguts but with hair.
‘For goodness sake Harry, keep up. Your dad will be waiting and you know what will happen if we are late.’
I know … he’ll go off on one again. But I want her to see that house over there, the one I saw the day of the carnival, because it says ‘For Sale’ on the lollipop board in the garden and that means if you’re rich you can buy it.
I wish I was a grown up today …
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