When Tony was born I was seven years old
and from what I can remember I used to think of him as my own personal doll :)
being only 7 my Mum wouldn't let me take him out in his pram or keep him in my bedroom, lol,
but he was a cutie anyway and I got him to myself as much as I could!!!
He's a lovely brother, cares about others and thier lives, not so when I was growing up,
according to him my name was 'fatty' !!! but I forgave him eventually for being soooo mean.
As Tony was growing up he was so accident prone, if there was anyone that would get into
a scrape or break a limb it would be him, he was the one that fell into the wasps nest, ouch!
He fell down stairs at 10 months and ended up in Booth Hall Hospital,
he was the only one who went into hospital over his apendix, walked through a glass door on his Holiday in Spain!!!! so as you can see he got hurt often!
Tony used to get grounded a lot but would sneak out anyway, he would climb out of the
bathroom window and onto the shed, once he had a broken arm, got grounded and
still tried to get out, in his pyjamas too!!!! He was the one that would run away all the time,
we even had the police looking for him!!! amazingly he didn't leave home
until he was well into his 20's. This all sounds a bit bad really but I don't think it was
too rough for him, just my parents, lol.
he's all grown up now and I love him to bits, and YES!!! Tony,
you DID always get Dads last chip!!!!!
Tony has gone off to pastures new,
he went to live and work in Tennerife in mid-April 05.
We will miss him like mad but we also hope that he has a ball :)
soak it all up Bro', enjoy the sun, sand and sangria :)
we will see you very very soon, especially if
you have a spare room, lol,,,
love and live life to the full,
miss you already and love you always,
Sue xxx
Heyyyyyy he's home(August)glad you had a good time but I'm glad you are back xxx
