tales from an ordinary world

2000-09-13

I remember many years ago, as a small child, I was waiting for dad to turn up, waiting there with my mother and sister in some disused block of land that was living a temporary life as a carpark of sorts. "When's dad coming ?" I asked. "Gawd only knows," Mum sighed. I thought she'd said "Gord" (as in, short for "Gordon"), and pointed at the car parked in front of us, asking "is that Gord's car ?" Even now I can remember that car, some 1970something model Ford Falcon station wagon, with an almost military green colour.