For as far back as I can remember all the females in my family have
been nurses. So I wasn't at all surprised when I walked into the
kitchen after school and found nursing literature sprawled over the
table instead of 'Good afternoon darling how did your CSE's go today'
off my Mum.
"I'm off out Mum," I shouted through the sitting room door (not
wanting to get into a conversation about nursing yet again).
"Take those leaflets with you, you can read them on the bus and tell
me what you think when you get back, and don't be late because Irene
and John are coming over for supper" she said as she walked past me
and bundled all the leaflets into a carrier bag with a sandwich and
But supper wasn't till 8pm so off I went as usual to Red Row to see my
horse Teeney. Teeney was my pride and joy she was a 15.2hh
highland/thoroughbred dun in colour, gentle as a lamb with me but an
evil witch with other horses. I used to love walking down the gravel
drive towards her field and be welcomed by her deep whinny and thunder
of hooves as she galloped over to great me. On school nights I would
only have a maximum of three hours with her but these moments were
precious as Teeney was suffering from arthritis and was receiving
strong (expensive) painkillers from the vets, without these injections
she would be crippled with pain. I used to hear my Mum and Dad talking
about the price of Teeney's upkeep and about what a financial burden
she was to them and then cry myself to sleep. They had agreed not to
get her next course of painkillers, which were due in two months, and
to have her put to sleep.
"I'll see you tomorrow, and we'll have a walk to the show" I sobbed
into Teeney's neck as I said my goodbyes.
'Spaghetti bolognaise' my Mum always made this when we had guests for
supper it was so embarrassing too. How could you take the conversation
seriously at the table when everyone had tomato stained chins from
slurping the spaghetti (especially my uncle John who had a beard).
"Now that everyone's finished supper can I say a few words?" said my
uncle John. "To cut it short I have a vacancy for an accounts
assistant to work alongside myself in the family business, and I'd
like to offer this to my Niece Claire." He said turning to me for a
response. "Of course you'd be staying with us down Worthing in our new
house till you get your finances sorted out, and then, who knows, an
executive car, a gorgeous house just like myself who could ask for a
better career boost at this time in your life?" he said so smugly.
"Oh John, she's got a lot to think about at the moment with her exams,
that position can wait a few months. Come on darling come help me with
the dishes and we can catch up on things." my Auntie said rescuing me
yet again. My Auntie Irene was so lovely so laid...