Blind Date
Copyright© 2005 'Please Dad!' My son pleaded. 'Do your own dirty work.' I replied for the fifth or sixth time. 'It's not my fault. It's Tess's. As usual.' He moaned. Tess was his older sister and as was usual with my eldest child, she was trying to organise his life for him, whether he appreciated it or not. This time she had arranged a blind date for her single brother and had bullied him into agreeing to meet one of the sisters of a work colleague of Tess. I could hear her...