OddThinking

As a student, my father, Joe, paid his way by driving trucks. He had many stories of life as a truckie.

One Sunday morning when I was a teenager, Joe confronted me. “Where were you at 1am last night?” he demanded.

“I… ummm.. errr…” I stuttered, quite startled.

I haven’t been posting here regularly for the past couple of months. The reason is that I have been rather distracted; my father was diagnosed with a fatal illness in April, and passed away this week.

I was called back angrily to fix the TV – when Position 8 was selected, Channel 2 was shown, rather than the VCR!

Huh? I fixed that yesterday? I re-tuned it, and scratched my head, and watched it for a while. It worked fine.

This repeated several times with my family getting more and more annoyed at me.

I started to read the question: “Anthony and Janet are chemistry students and are having an argument about-”

“Stop there!” interrupted my father!