Historical Fun

T'was the night before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring Except for that man-eating lion! It's coming to eat me! Someone save me. Please. Arrrghhhhhhhhhhh.

I was going to barf. Not because I was nervous about spending the summer at camp, but because Dad was driving like a man possessed. The speed was excessive as we drove down the motorway, but now we had hit the country roads, it was terrifying. The roads were narrow, lined with trees, and he took the bends like a Formula One driver chasing a victory. Dad was normally a very cautious driver and always obeyed the speed limits. If he didn’t, Mum would insist in her most insistent voice, which always worked. It was chilling to the bone. Yet no noise came from the passenger seat. Mum just stared out the window, silently willing Dad to go faster. At least that’s how it appeared. If I were a suspicious kid, I’d think they were overly keen on getting rid of me for six weeks. Dad yanked the steering wheel to the right. The car veered around the corner and, for a moment, I really thought we had lifted onto two wheels. “Dad, can you take it easy. I’m feeling--” “We have to get to th...

After some advice from a sharky-toothed literary agent, I decided to redesign my blog. Since I have no idea about design, colour schemes and whatnot, it's up to you guys who read this to tell me if it's okay or not. Now I'm going to have to come up with some stuff to blog about over Christmas. Hmm, that can't be too hard, can it?