Pull my
little finger
says Dad
Go on,
pull it.
He’s
holding out his little finger
I pull it
and
a fart
comes out of his bottom.
Dad!
What does
a ship do when it comes into harbour?
says Dad.
I don’t
know, I say.
Ties
up! he says,
and he
flips my tie up in front of my nose.
Dad!
I’m in
the car,
says Dad
when he
isn’t really – he just wants to get going
but Mum
says
there are
still things to do and he can sit there as long as he likes
but she
gets on better when he’s out of the way
sitting
in the car.
And when it’s
teatime
and he
comes in from gardening
his grey
jumper smells all smoky of bonfires
and
there’s a drop of sweat dripping off his nose.
But when
he comes home from work late
he tries
to creep in so no-one can hear him
and he
creeps along the hall
to the
sitting room
where
we’re all sitting watching Top of the Pops
and he
pokes his head round the door very quietly
and says
hell-ooo
And we
all jump
and go
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