...wasn't all that difficult to write, truth be told. Whether or not it makes sense, or can pass the 'Why the hell have I just read that?' test, is another matter.
It's the story of a man (me) who was forced to play uncle to two little girls (my nieces) by their mother (my sister) and her father (also my father). The backdrop for this story is the city of Coventry, and the names of those two little girls? Gareth and Rosalita (pictured).*
Gareth, named after the brilliant legal mind Gareth Peirce, herself a woman, is somewhere between the ages of 2 1/2 and 3, whilst Rosalita, named after a singer maybe, can be aged somewhere between 0 and 1.
My dad and I were simply there on a weekly visit, helping out where we could. The day passed without any major incident which I, and probably only I, put down to myself. We spent the morning at the park before having lunch at Coffee Tots. On returning home we attempted to play Elefun Snackin' Safari: The Silly Springy Elefun Snackin' Game, which on reflection I'd say was probably the low point of the day.
I'd bought this game for Gareth at Christmas thinking that it was my way out of having to entertain on visits, but low and behold I was made to play as well.
Looking back I should have actually performed my Thrusting David Bowie t-shirt dance to the audience of 4, as I was wearing the correct attire. However, by the time the thought crossed my mind both Gareth andChar Rosalita had been put to bed.
If you choose to watch said t-shirt dance above, I think you'll agree I've got quite a talent.
Apart from the above I've also kept myself active in the past 2 weeks by attempting to attend a writers' club. However, severe bus delays put pay to that plan. Until next time...
* That picture probably isn't Coventry. Those clearly aren't their real names. It clearly isn't a photo of my nieces.
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It's the story of a man (me) who was forced to play uncle to two little girls (my nieces) by their mother (my sister) and her father (also my father). The backdrop for this story is the city of Coventry, and the names of those two little girls? Gareth and Rosalita (pictured).*
Gareth, named after the brilliant legal mind Gareth Peirce, herself a woman, is somewhere between the ages of 2 1/2 and 3, whilst Rosalita, named after a singer maybe, can be aged somewhere between 0 and 1.
My dad and I were simply there on a weekly visit, helping out where we could. The day passed without any major incident which I, and probably only I, put down to myself. We spent the morning at the park before having lunch at Coffee Tots. On returning home we attempted to play Elefun Snackin' Safari: The Silly Springy Elefun Snackin' Game, which on reflection I'd say was probably the low point of the day.
I'd bought this game for Gareth at Christmas thinking that it was my way out of having to entertain on visits, but low and behold I was made to play as well.
Looking back I should have actually performed my Thrusting David Bowie t-shirt dance to the audience of 4, as I was wearing the correct attire. However, by the time the thought crossed my mind both Gareth and
If you choose to watch said t-shirt dance above, I think you'll agree I've got quite a talent.
Apart from the above I've also kept myself active in the past 2 weeks by attempting to attend a writers' club. However, severe bus delays put pay to that plan. Until next time...
* That picture probably isn't Coventry. Those clearly aren't their real names. It clearly isn't a photo of my nieces.
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