Sheesh the blogs I have been doing have been so heavy,time to lighten up.
I have been thinking of the things that make me smile and the things that make me laugh. I have a witch that sits in front and to the right of my screen,and it has just reminded me of the time that my older brother P first called me a witch! He used to work on a farm,it wasn`t far from us being lucky enough to live at the bottom of fields with a wood and the farm was just behind the woods ( Its a housing estate now,the farm,not the woods)The farmer decided one day when P had done extra for him to pay him for this extra with chickens.Which was nice except they were live chickens.Two of them for dinner,bearing in mind P was 10,which made me 8.
P decided after being told the tale of 'The Rabbit' that it was safer if mother didn`t kill,pluck and otherwise dress said chickens and we would do it,he and I.
Hahahaha,right!!
So off we goes into the cellar with two chickens an axe and a dirty great big rock to act as a chopping block!!It took a while to catch the first of said chickens and place it in the position of having its head chopped off ( I apologise to vegetarians for this,but,such is life) P wanted me to hold it in place while he raised the axe and 'did the job' yeah,ok,one thing I wasn`t was stupid like I was going to put my hands/arms anywhere near where that axe was going,I still bear the scars from the 'Red hot poker' incident.
So after much to do and chicken escaping ( well would you lay there quietly while someone chopped your head off??!!)He finally with one massive swing did the deed,a nice clean,cut,except we suddenly had a headless chicken running round the cellar spouting blood everywhere,do something,he shouted at me.So I calmly turned to the chicken and said "lie down and die you stupid bird" at which it promptly fell to the ground and didn`t move.P stood staring at the now very still chicken,then at me,then at the chicken,then at the cellar which was covered in blood,he was covered in blood,I had not a drop on me,and then he said in a whisper" Oh my God your a witch" I didn`t tell him,he being the older,that the chicken had dropped because it had finally realised it was dead and probably run out of blood,I didn`t tell him,that being the person I was I couldn`t stand to see him cut its head off so had hid at that moment which is why I had no blood on me,I was out of the way.I had some peaceful weeks him being still too scared to openly attack me or bully me because he thought I would command him to " lie down and die" as I had done with the chicken.
It didn`t last,but it was nice for a while;)