Today I was thinking about how nice it would be to have some colour in the garden again. I tried to picture some flowers. The flowers I could see in my mind were last years plants. Couldn’t imagine any new flowers.
Our son’s school does ask the kids to do an awful lot of homework. Too much really. One of his assignments was to start putting together his autobiography. Red flag alert. This is a recipe to just reopen old wounds. Son was equally apprehensive. So I contacted school and expressed my concerns. We agreed that rather his own biography he would come up with a fictional one. As his hand is still not fixed I was going to scribe his thoughts.
“Ok I am in my 70s”
“I was born in the South of England”
“I like music”
“My best friend is called Keith and he also likes music”
“I have another friend called David who I often share clothes with”
Not sure where this is going.
“I joined a band with my friend Keith”
“We played our first concert in 1962”
This sounds a bit like Mick Jagger.
“Well it is Jagger”
No you can’t use him, it’s supposed to be made up.
“I am middle aged and I am a lecturer”
This sounds more like it.
“My father is very religious”
“I am an archaeologist”
“I’m scared of snakes and I am also an adventurer”
By any chance does he go looking for the Holy Grail.
“Yes, how did you know?”
Because its Indiana Jones. You can’t use him.
“Why he’s made up”
You just can’t use him, make one up about a child not a famous adventurer.
“Alright can I be an 8 year old boy”
Yes much better
“I am a bit cheeky”
“I live with a large family with many kids. I have a really annoying older brother and uncle”
“I am always getting shouted at”
This will make an excellent biography.
“Every Christmas my family go on holiday but they always forget me, so I am home alone”
Deep sigh…. Fine you win, you can be Kevin….