ironmonger's, and which could fire marbles for miles because of its
really strong rubber. But they were just too pricey for me to buy, so
I thought "Ah, I know! I'll mek one me sen out a that 'un me faether
his catapult!" Mr. Angry was yelling at my parents. "What were
you doing that for?" he demanded of me, whilst little birds and
stars circled the purple lump on his head.
was pouring down his forehead. "Go and fetch it - I'm going to
confiscate it!" Mr. Angry ordered, so I did as I was told. Then I
was sent to my room, so I climbed the stairs, saying "Bah!"
for the rest of that week my Dad had strangely taken to walking
around the house with his trouser pockets turned inside-out! Any-
way, I stayed in my room for the remainder of that evening, and
the next day, I thought it best not to mention the matter. And
guess what? Nobody spoke about it again - ever!