Would Auntie Deirdre use the belt she said my father should employ?
As I say, I was well behaved for a long time,
but such was the nature of me at that time that they can’t be good for too long.
I forget exactly what I had done naughty, but one afternoon, soon after I got home from school,
Mother exploded on me and said:
“Right – I’m ringing Auntie Deirdre!”
I begged her not to but she was having none of it.
She scooted her wheelchair over to the telephone and made the call.
It was a relatively short one.
“Right, young man, sit on the sofa, and we’ll wait for Auntie Deirdre to come.”
I sat there, misery personified.