DTS
The Business
When I was at college as Dad of DtS is a cold and heartless ******* I had to work over the weekends to pay for my own beer money. How child line didn't get involved I will never know but there you go.
Most of my mates worked at Tesco's but that was too far for me to walk so i got a job as a kitchen hand in the old peoples home. It was not a bad job really considering I didnt really have to do much except wash dishes, help with the cooking and sometimes help walk the less stable people to the table.
Most of the old folks were pretty much lost its but there were a few that were really with it but just unwanted by there familys. I got on really well with a 89 year old called Alice (No sick jokes please).
Worked there for 2 years and me and Alice got on really well. I used to make her an extra cuppa at night and she used to give me a packet of mints now and again.
Sadly as was inevitable the day came when Alice passed away. I was gutted really gutted but these things happen. I had the afternoon of college and went to her cremation.
Much to my suprise Alice had told her family about me and they invited me back to the wake thing at there house which backed onto mine pretty much.
Anyway ended getting Alice's grand daughters number and met her a week later and the night before I flew to Crete before my first ever lads holiday.
Ended up staying the night at her which at 17 was wicked but not ideal when I had to creep through the door at 7am the next day after telling my Dad I was out with a bird. Still he got used to it in the end.
Anyone met a bird in strange circumstances?
Dave
Most of my mates worked at Tesco's but that was too far for me to walk so i got a job as a kitchen hand in the old peoples home. It was not a bad job really considering I didnt really have to do much except wash dishes, help with the cooking and sometimes help walk the less stable people to the table.
Most of the old folks were pretty much lost its but there were a few that were really with it but just unwanted by there familys. I got on really well with a 89 year old called Alice (No sick jokes please).
Worked there for 2 years and me and Alice got on really well. I used to make her an extra cuppa at night and she used to give me a packet of mints now and again.
Sadly as was inevitable the day came when Alice passed away. I was gutted really gutted but these things happen. I had the afternoon of college and went to her cremation.
Much to my suprise Alice had told her family about me and they invited me back to the wake thing at there house which backed onto mine pretty much.
Anyway ended getting Alice's grand daughters number and met her a week later and the night before I flew to Crete before my first ever lads holiday.
Ended up staying the night at her which at 17 was wicked but not ideal when I had to creep through the door at 7am the next day after telling my Dad I was out with a bird. Still he got used to it in the end.
Anyone met a bird in strange circumstances?
Dave
