Humor

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  It all began when my eight-year-old grandson begged me to come to encourage his team in a very important game of soccer that his side just had to win.’  I was persuaded – and promised. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  I turned up duly on time only to be confronted by a smiling games mistress whose opening remark was: ‘œIt would seem that your grandson wasn’™t taking any chances and brought you early.’  You’™ve got a quarter of an hour to wait.’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Unperturbed, I turned to sit upon a concrete step that ran the length of the ground. In spite of the dampness and the fact that it was freezing to the touch, I sat to wait. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  In the meantime I …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Arnold Stepson, a gangly fresh- faced lad from the country had come to The Big City for the excitements it had to offer. He left’  home’  to get away from the boredom of the small Shropshire village of Oakfield. For some years now he had been edgy and restless and felt he must prove to himself that he could make it on his own. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  A few months on from this adventurous decision he was relatively satisfied’  with the way things were turning out.’  He had a position in the collections department of a large manufacturing firm and even had made a friend.’ ‘  ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  The ways of the young in London were so strange to him that for a …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œI’™m hurting,’ Adam said to his Bubbles over breakfast. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œWhere?’, she answered. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œHere,’ he said, placing the tip of a bony finger over his breast bone. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œWell, you’™re forever claiming you lost a rib because of me, maybe that’™s the place and it’™s just begun to hurt.’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œDon’™t be funny ‘“ could be serious.’’  ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œNot if I know you, Adam. Fit as they come, you are.’ But a flash of worry passed over Pamella’™s face as she spoke. Adam loved his wife with a passion and a wonder that was rare. Wonder must be a strange word to mark love, yet this was, perhaps, the main aspect of his love for Pamella. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œAs …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  The thought often saddens me that my father did not live to enjoy his grand children. Living close to mine, being with them, watching them grow, is a great joy.’  I’™m just that lucky. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  My wife and I live in the still small city of Ra’™anana. I do most of my local running around by bike and when Assaf, my youngest grandchild’  – I have four, two girls, two boys ‘“ turned eleven he found himself with a grand gift – his first ‘œbig-boy’™s bike’. What could have been more natural then for me to say, ‘œCome winter, my dear boy, we are going to have a whale of a time. We’™ll ride through the rough; through orange …