One of my sisters got a wonderful gift one year for Christmas, a budgie in a cage. Someone went up the road to the neighbours to collect the bird on Christmas morning, somewhere around Christmas lunch time. At some point, the bottom dish slid out of the cage and cut my sister on her foot, and Mum could see that it would need stitches. Noone to that day had ever needed stitches in our large family so this was a very dramatic occasion! I was commandeered to go in with her to the Doctor, and this I did with a certain amount of pride and delight, that it was me who had been chosen! BUT when it came time for me to comfort my little sister as the stitches were being inserted, I quietly slipped onto the floor in a faint, leaving her to manage this traumatic experience alone! I certainly got reminded of that story later on, when I said I was going to train to be a nurse!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.