At breakfast next day, Mr Dales addressed the class. We were told that an ambulance had come to take Kevin away in the early hours of the morning. Apparently, it was 'suspected appendicitis'.
We didn't really know what that meant at the time. We thought it might be something to do with possibly being a Mummy's boy.
Apart from a few vague countryside memories, I think the rest of the trip was spent mostly passing popularity notes between the boys & girls lodgings.
There were marks given for both categories - looks & personality, and even an incredibly ruthless league table.
I was convinced that I was quite unattractive & had a fat bum up to this point, but I then realized, that the girl who'd been calling me 'fat bum' had a thing for me.
(She was called Rebecca).
I couldn't really tell whether I had a large rear end or not. I suspected not, but if I did, maybe that was what she liked about me.
It could have been a term of endearment. I'll never know.
When we got back to school the following week, things went back to normal. Kevin was a bit sheepish, although he was very eager to show us his abdominal scar.
I couldn't help thinking he was just a little too eager.
Maybe it WAS just homesickness & he'd had his appendix removed out of embarrassment at being such a wuss.
Or, maybe he'd just made the scar himself with a pair of scissors & his Mum's sewing kit.
Truth is, I'd like to know what happened to Kevin that night too.
Epilogue:
I want to thank Tommy for helping me remember this childhood story.
When I was 12, Tom threw a snowball at my face so hard, it made my nose bleed. At that time, we were on opposing sides in a fight between rival schools. -We are still friends.
I changed "Edmund the boffin's" name to protect his identity since he now plays bass in a death metal band.
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This could prompt a re-title from "Bobs Big Blog" to "Bobs Big Bum"!
Wow! Mystery solved. Appendicitis. I fully laughed out loud at the suggestion that could mean he was a 'Mummy's Boy'. Hahahahaha.
Cheers Piers for your new blog title suggestion. I second it.
Thanks Piers & Simone, I think it's growing on me. (No pun intended). It does have a certain self depreciating charm.
I believe in democracy, but I'd need more that just two votes to change it.
Ginger and I would like to note that Bob's bum is not big. We haven't spent a LOT of time looking at it, for sure, but we are both pretty accurate lookers and memory says that this would just plain be inaccurate.
Of course, if it was changed to "Bob's a Big Bum" we would have to re-think our position.
Thanks for the second half, I loved every minute of this!
This appendicitis saga is so Madeline. (My daughter requests that story every night so I'm all too familiar with it..."the crack in the ceiling had the habit/Of sometimes looking like a rabbit." A rather contrived rhyme from the French-to-English translation, I think.)
The name Edmund is so Narnia (from whence our daughter Rilian was named).
So 'Edmund' plays bass in a death metal band, is his real name Mick Quinn? har har
Would be really cool if you could weave this into the new album somewhere. Exorcise a few demons maybe? Definitely not Sesame Street anyway!
Democracy is a great good in our great nations (think of me with a big cowboy while typing this). However, I will not get involved in debates and votings on Rob's bum. That is where the line is crossed between an obsessive fan and some one who just likes the music and is interested in the processes a musician went through before writing that music.
More over, I would like to maintain my good night rest. This could just lead to nightmares on chewing gum that got stuck in a big hairy mens bum.. Am I exaggerating? NO, my girlfriend woke up in the middle of the night earlier this week, screaming that she saw a big slimy shrimp on her pillow that was staring at her. I have had better compliments...
hat of course, cowboy hat... no me and a big cowboy.. do not get any false ideas on me...
ffs.. I'm typing with a cat on my keyboard ok?
@costa
shrimp on the pillow?
did it turn out to be your willy?
thats a bit embarrasing
i once managed to copulate whilst asleep much to my other halfs amusement "what an odd way to wake up she said"
this other time i fell asleep during the act of coitus, i geuss i just felt realy comfy
i dont know why im saying this stuff
my keyboard doesnt even have a cat on it
Why ARE you saying this stuff?
It's just a little too much infomation.
oopsie poopsie was drunk in charge of keyboard your honour
please delete
how embarrasing
Mr e Baigum,
My comment was a little harsh.
I am no Judge.
This blog is about what we think & feel, drunk or sober.
There are no inappropiate comments.
It's just where we are at the time.
I'm sure I've said much worse in family gatherings.
Love & peace.
xx
sorry mate
didnt mean to make you seem like a judge
i just meant i realised i may have said something a bit wrong on your space
could file it under sanity rating i suppose
on the sanity rating
i was on the side of shotover once and was lying on the hill on my back whilst the rock we call earth hurtled through space at speeds which may be referred to be rather fast
and what could i hear
born again
but it was like it was being played through a giant phaser
it was quite strange
good none the less though
Rob, nice gesture to renege like that. (to e baigum) Don't really see such reluctance to judge very often.
I've been leaving a lot of comments and am starting feel silly. Had a lot of caffeine today.
dear mr. baigum: which part of yorkshire are you from? or is it cheshire?
awwww.. it is bad that I chuckled at the snowball making your nose bleed?
it's nice that you're still friends though
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