Home alone
Back in the 70s my parents wouldn't think twice about leaving us alone of an evening while they nipped down the rub-a-dub-dub for a swifty.

One such night I too was out round at my mates so my 13 year old sister was left in the house herself.

When I returned and realised she was in alone my adolescent sense of humour told me it would be a hilarious prank to shimmy up the drainpipe, gain access via the bathroom window and pad about upstairs while she quaked in her little Womble slippers downstairs.

Needless to say when eventually I slowly descended the stairs doing my best to sound like I was trying to be quiet while in actual fact intentionally trying to be heard, she was virtually apoplectic with terror, reduced to a gibbering wreck awaiting her imminent rape and gory murder.

Genuinely, she has never forgiven me for that and to be honest, looking back on it, I don't really blame her.
( Ramsay Tupper, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 15:10, Reply)