Sent To Bed
Then there was the time when we used to get sent to bed early for not behaving ourselves, usually during the summer months. I didn’t like that, I’d rather have a damn good hiding, cos you get up there, you know, messing about reading comics and one thing and the other, while all yer mates out to play.
I remember one particular time, I’d only been up there about half an hour you know, I don’t know what I’d been up to.
“Come on Ern, come on Ern! No need to dress!” Dad says.
“Come on, don’t put yer clothes on, come on down.”
Well, I wondered what on earth was going on. I gets down.
“Say hello to your Aunty Emmy! Come all the way from Wales to say hello to yer!”
“Hello Aunty Emmy”
“Hello Ern, what’s the matter then? Been a bad boy I expect?”
“Right-o, that’ll do, off up to bed again!”
And off up to bed I had to go. Oh that was Dad. But as I say, I’d rather he gave me a damn good hiding.
No matter, didn’t do us any harm.
