Didnât I tell tfk. Isnât that enough. The father is the best in the world and he doled out discipline as and when necessary, all in accordance with the standards of the time.
If it was in a family game of hurling then thereâs nothing to it, my grandfather nearly broke the hand one time in a âfriendlyâ puck around when I was a young fella. After protests from myself all I got was youâll protect your hand the next time, and I did.
No harm either. I got kicked head first into the staircase in one memorable beating and a rolling pin hopped off my head in another. Itâs character building.
Not at all. My parents were quite liberal with the belts when we were younger. So were most of my friendsâ parents. Anyone who says kids shouldnât get the odd slap to teach them some manners is talking through their holes.
Nah, no slapping needed I donât think. After an alco primary headmaster with a nasty mean streak, and then the dog days of the Christian brothers, I couldnât hit the kids.
Found herself in the fucking airing cupboard last night fast asleep.
All we can do is bolt the front door and let her at it.
She doesnât stir when you lift her and all associated paraphernalia for that night back into her own bed, and doesnât move again after, or hasnât yet at least.
No wonder you want as many of the lads from tfk as possible staying over with you. You must be terrified staying on your own in the house with her. Itâs only a matter of time before she throttles you in her sleep.
Started weaning the little one in the last week or so. The fucking nappies are horrendous. The smell would take out an elephant and while your trying hard not to puke all over the place the little one is lying there with a bit smile on their face.
At an age now where kids friends call over to house. If they play and entertain themselves no bother. Fuckers calling me every five minutes or looking for food are sent home