Monday, January 10, 2011

The promise

When I was 9 years old and living in England my uncle suggested that my grandmother bring me to New Zealand for a better life. I was not exactly excited at the prospect. I did not like the idea of leaving my friends and family. But my uncle promised to buy me a horse if I made the move.

Thirty five years later (and no horse) I found the perfect Christmas present for my uncle!

1 comment:

Mary Anne said...

Perfect! Is your uncle still living?