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My dad is dangerous

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ann

ann Report 28 Oct 2006 22:55

He is 78 and enjoys a couple of bevvys in the pub.His legs are not very good so he has bought himself a pushbike.He has to scoot the bike up the lane before he can swing his leg over the crossbar then he wobbles.My mum says its a sight to be seen lol Annie

Researching:
Hedges in Headington and Headington Quarry Oxford

Bobtanian

Bobtanian Report 28 Oct 2006 22:56

Life in the OLD 'uns yet eh?

Researching:
me and my darling wife at our wedding in 1960

Rosi Glow

Rosi Glow Report 28 Oct 2006 22:57

Awww bless him.

Chris

Chris Report 28 Oct 2006 23:03

good for him !!

Cumbrian Caz~**~

Cumbrian Caz~**~ Report 28 Oct 2006 23:17

I'm well impressed Annie! Caz xxxxxxxxxxxx

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond Report 29 Oct 2006 00:36

Bless him, hope he has lights! This reminded me of a chap we used to have living next door when I lived at home, he used to ride his bike to the pub and home again, but could never remember how to use the brakes properly! He would just jam them on sharp when he got to his house and fall off, then strugggle up and stagger indoors dragging the bike on to the lawn at the side of the house. One day my mum saw his wife, who apologised for the noise the night before. Apparently the old chap had gone upstairs to bed in his socks and somehow slid on the lino (no carpets) and shot straight under the old fashioned bed. Because he was drunk, he was like a dead weight and his poor wife couldn't get him out again, so had to leave him there all night! He was such a little chap as well and she was huge.