I was going to post earlier, but a hideous driving lesson meant that when I got home this evening I needed to do something soothing and repetitious. This meant doing some cataloguing of family photographs instead. We save photos, but then we never name them. When I try to upload them and I don’t get a photo icon I am struggling to decide whether px304 is the picture of Tallulah scowling in a rubber swimming hat or whether it’s me riding a plastic horse with my knees round my ears. You can understand my dilemma I’m sure.
We went out with Uncle Robber again today. This time it was only me and Oscar. Oscar decided that far from thinking that Uncle Robber is arch criminal of the century, Uncle Robber is an uncle to be emulated at every turn. This is because Uncle Robber is a fund of unthought of naughtinesses which Oscar has been so utterly impressed with he has been lost for words at crucial points today. Things like the fact that rather than pressing the button for the lift once and then waiting patiently, as instructed, Uncle Robber presses the call button repeatedly so that it makes tunes! Oh yes! Now there’s a thing to think about.
Then there’s the whole Uncle Robber unashamedly drinks coca cola even though it is contraband in our house, and thus more desirable than diamonds and more fun than crack.
Or the fact that Uncle Robber can pull fantastically grotesque faces and is very good at driving, gesticulating and swearing loudly all at the same time.
Let’s face the fact that today, nobody has been cooler than Uncle Robber. He’s too cool for school, which is how come he was with us today and not there. Not that he has to go there any more, but Oscar doesn’t know that.
Uncle Robber also bought us lunch, which impressed both of us no end.
We might even build him a small shrine.
All hail the magnificent Uncle Robber.
p.s. If you’re reading this, Uncle R, if you show him any more stunts like that in the future I will break both of your arms and beat you round the head with the bloody stumps.
Lots of love
Your sister.
I’m so glad I had no brothers to encourage my sons in their less desirable traits lol!
Glad you had such a lovely day, apart from the driving lesson anyway
I like the sound of Uncle Robber. I see it as my duty as an Aunt to corrupt my nephews. They currently think that the reservoir is filled with gravy and green bean fish and that my house is made of marmite. Chutney Mary seems unable to convince them that this might not be true as anything that ‘Aunt Marmite’ says is obviously straight from God and TRUE!
my brother was a wonderful “bad example” of an uncle… but then, no one in my family is exactly a “good example” of shining citizenry anyway. we’re all iconoclasts with anarchist tendencies (although too lazy to act on them). hail to Uncle Robber!
Sharon
He is usually quite respectble! I don’t know what came over him.
Welshgirl
It does them good to have a sage like relative whose wisdom is infinite. My children see their granny this way. If she says that wellington boots are made of jelly, then they are.
Bronxbee
You are a family of hoodlums! Good for you.x