An Excerpt from 'Waving Goodbye To A Thousand Flies'.
When Rosemary's elder sister in England passed away, she left an old
diary that was shown to me by a relative. I recorded some amusing
It stated. I had made cakes in the oven and was enjoying the break from my baby sister, little Rosemary, who had already smashed her porcelain doll with a pair of pliers.
This is typical of her behaviour. She will probably grow up to be a psychopath. Rosemary is a destructive young child.
I had to leave her to go for a pee and found her teddy bear blocking the ‘S’bend in the toilet pan.
Mother and father will be very annoyed that I was unable to control her tantrums,and my right arm is very sore from the bite marks Rosemary has inflicted on me.
I am worried about the radio, as the acid from the accumulator burned into the oak table when Rosemary knocked it over, Rosemary pulled out all the wires from the radio, I put them all back, but somehow one of the valve things flashed and crackled and now all I can get is Radio Finland or something.
Fortunately, mother returned before father, I explained that Rosemary's rage was alarming me.
My mother has told me that all young children at that age are demonic, whatever that is, mother said it was in their nature and doctors can only prescribe sedatives for their tormented parents.
In a later journal entry, Rosemary's elder sister stated that she was on a weekend off from her wartime job during the earlier part of the war.
Little Rosemary was living with her uncle and aunt in the country due to the frequent bombing in Portsmouth, neither uncle nor aunt worked due to some fictitious medical complaint that had been brought about by the food rationing in Great Britain, both uncle and auntie both drank a lot of homemade wine and Hornimans tea and bought the daily newspapers for horse racing information to support their gambling habits, they also grew hard-to-get, out-of-season tomatoes in a heated green house.
Auntie said Rosemary was a messy eater and loved throwing her breakfast cornflakes onto the dining room walls.
Uncle would laugh at Rosemary's antics, auntie frequently broke wind when in company of others.
Looking at my beautiful wife Rosemary, I am astonished by her adolescent antics and see only the opposite behaviour most of the time.
No one is 100% perfect, but I will give Rosemary a 99% plus!
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