Ride to remember!

[Thracian]

What an evening.

I set out to celebrate my club winning three unexpected away points and ended up finding my sister being arrested for alleged assault and her three-year-old boy crying his eyes out cos the police "had taken their mum to prison."

One look at the six or seven heavies involved in arresting her made it clear there was damn all I could do about it but at least nipper was handed into my safe custody instead of whatever they do with lost kids these days.

It took me 15 minutes to convince young un that his mum had not been taken to prison but was probably just languishing in a police cell staring at a solitary light bulb until the time came for her to answer some questions. However the phone's just rung two hours later to say that she's been released.

Exactly what led to the scrum of burly policemen arresting my kid sister cannot be divulged in detail but suffice to say it all concerned her frantic search, as darkness approached, for her little boy who had somehow managed to leave home to take his new bicycle for a ride around the neighbourhood, an adventure which naturally resulted in some concern all round for the rest of the family.

Safely home again I asked nipper if he didn't think he'd been a bit silly and if he didn't think he should perhaps have asked his mum if he could go out for a ride. He looked utterly upset and said: "But I put my crash helmet on," then promptly burst into tears again.

[Uncle Monty]

Sounds like a ruff night mate.

But dont call her your 'Kid sister'. not having a go but in england we say little.

I hate this borrowed U.S culture

[Asha]

Shockwave at Drayton Manor.

[lildave3]

Sounds like a ruff night mate.

But dont call her your 'Kid sister'. not having a go but in england we say little.

I hate this borrowed U.S culture

I hate people spelling rough in such a bizarre way, but whatever.

[Zingari]

What an evening.

I set out to celebrate my club winning three unexpected away points and ended up finding my sister being arrested for alleged assault and her three-year-old boy crying his eyes out cos the police "had taken their mum to prison."

One look at the six or seven heavies involved in arresting her made it clear there was damn all I could do about it but at least nipper was handed into my safe custody instead of whatever they do with lost kids these days.

It took me 15 minutes to convince young un that his mum had not been taken to prison but was probably just languishing in a police cell staring at a solitary light bulb until the time came for her to answer some questions. However the phone's just rung two hours later to say that she's been released.

Exactly what led to the scrum of burly policemen arresting my kid sister cannot be divulged in detail but suffice to say it all concerned her frantic search, as darkness approached, for her little boy who had somehow managed to leave home to take his new bicycle for a ride around the neighbourhood, an adventure which naturally resulted in some concern all round for the rest of the family.

Safely home again I asked nipper if he didn't think he'd been a bit silly and if he didn't think he should perhaps have asked his mum if he could go out for a ride. He looked utterly upset and said: "But I put my crash helmet on," then promptly burst into tears again.

sorry to hear about that but if that was meant to make the kid feel better , i don't think you'd have much of a career in child psychology or social care

[Uncle Monty]

I hate people spelling rough in such a bizarre way, but whatever.

Yeah my grammar has gone down the pan since i was in a long term relationship, the kind of relationship were she expects you to text her every five minutes.

[AyewJoking]

What an evening.

I set out to celebrate my club winning three unexpected away points and ended up finding my sister being arrested for alleged assault and her three-year-old boy crying his eyes out cos the police "had taken their mum to prison."

One look at the six or seven heavies involved in arresting her made it clear there was damn all I could do about it but at least nipper was handed into my safe custody instead of whatever they do with lost kids these days.

It took me 15 minutes to convince young un that his mum had not been taken to prison but was probably just languishing in a police cell staring at a solitary light bulb until the time came for her to answer some questions. However the phone's just rung two hours later to say that she's been released.

Exactly what led to the scrum of burly policemen arresting my kid sister cannot be divulged in detail but suffice to say it all concerned her frantic search, as darkness approached, for her little boy who had somehow managed to leave home to take his new bicycle for a ride around the neighbourhood, an adventure which naturally resulted in some concern all round for the rest of the family.

Safely home again I asked nipper if he didn't think he'd been a bit silly and if he didn't think he should perhaps have asked his mum if he could go out for a ride. He looked utterly upset and said: "But I put my crash helmet on," then promptly burst into tears again.

Stopped reading at that point