Childhood Shenanigans

Some things are not so good at the moment.  First of all, I read the the paper that Hugh Hefner's ex spoke about their life between the sheets, and said he lasted, 'like, two seconds.'  Hey, he lasted.  I thought only arteries got hard in men his age.  But it gave me a visual I just really did not need.  And neither did you, reader, and for that I apologise.

My uncle is sick, and gravely so.  I visited him yesterday, and stayed with my father and his sister.  But what was nice is that my father and aunt had a couple of wines last night and talked about the mischief they used to get into as children.  My father, who roused on me when I snuck into the town swimming pool one night used to sneak into a nearby paddock and ride the cattle whilst the livestock's owner was away (my aunt had to go lookout).  Actually, this set me father on an interesting career path: when in his early twenties he was crowned Australian Buckjumping Champion.  Maybe those illicit bovine rides helped him. 

My aunt wants to write a book about their shenanigans.  Maybe I could ghost it for them?  My other books are available through Zeus Publications, and the first chapters and blurb can be read online.  As well as paperback, they are available as e-books.  The heavy thud you heard was the large hint I've just dropped.

http://www.zeus-publications.com/calumny_while_reading_irvine_welsh...

http://www.zeus-publications.com/abernethy.htm

I had to stay away with my father last night, and missed my son's birthday. He turned seven yesterday.  I felt very sad, but he was fine, which is the main thing.  I'll be missing both my sons' soccer matches yesterday as I have to work (as well as author, I am a carer).  I'm taking out a special needs boy.  We need to eat, so I have to do some paid work as well.  Only until my books earn my fortune and pay my mortgage!