S wrong Son Part 1
"It's been a great night," I said to myself, "a really good night, and I'm just about ready for bed." It was one thirty a.m. my sister, my brother and their families had left before midnight as they had small k**s to consider, and the last of the guests for my father's forty sixth birthday celebrations had left a half an hour ago, leaving the back garden looking like a bomb had hit it. I'd spent the past fifteen minutes picking up the rubbish, and was now almost finished.I picked up the last...