Health And Well Being

Just reading through what I'v written, and it's a bit all over the place eh what?  Well today I'm going to be all over the place again. May as well.  If it ain't broke don't fix it, if the food tastes great why change the recipe?Stick to what you know.  A stitch in time saves nine.  Well, that last one doesn't apply, just thought I'd put it in.
As I'v said, earlier on, I am the youngest of umteen children.  I was talking to one of my sisters yesterday, and she told me something I hadn't heard before.  Apparently the day mum took me home, she popped me on the bed, and while everyone else was ooohing and aaaahing over this adorable new doll, this said sister went and hid her potty!  She was not interested in sharing it with this new addition.  My sister obviously saw in me, even at such an early age, the hidden genius.  I would have made history if I could have climbed off the bed, taken off my nappy, sat on the potty and done my "thing", got off the potty, put a new nappy on, climbed back onto the bed, and reposed once again into an infants guise.  O well, maybe one day soon, the genius in me will arise and she will be the only one to say "I told you so"  Here's hoping.  Anyway
Our house had a passage running up the middle, with bedrooms on one side and the kitchen, and lounge on the other and the bathroom, laundry and hall at the far end.  We used to love running in the front door, down the passage, out the back door, run around the side of the house and through the front door, down the passage, out the back door etc..... Apparently, I also loved running through the house, into the many rooms at a speed that my legs couldn't cope with.  I must have looked quite funny.  Sometimes even now, if  I"m running to catch the walk light, or a bus, my legs seem to have a mind of their own and I can't keep up with them, and I nearly go head over tit.  (I lie, I have actually gone head over tit) One day I was going like a bat out of hell and couldn't stop myself.  I was heading for the open fire place.  Luckily there was no fire burning.  The fire guard was up from the previous night, so instead of falling into the fire, I smashed into the guard.  It was made of very hard and strong stuff, ( probably cast iron in those days) Needless to say my baby teeth fell (or were pushed) out long before their allotted time.  Poor little me.  I hope everyone made a fuss of me. It would have been messy.
My dad wasn't a drinker, he had one or two on paydays, but that was it really.  I remember a couple of times when he would be walking around the house singing at the top of his lungs, and I once asked mum what was happening, and she said he was happy.  I think we use another word for that these days, but after a little while he would go sit in his chair and start snoring.  That was that.  No yelling, or arguments.  Just a happy dad.  One evening we were sitting around the fire doing what we did ?????? and dad was doing his thing in the garden (singing) when one of my siblings started screaming for mum.  Mum was in the kitchen, and she came rushing in.  Immediately she knew what was going on.  I had no idea but I know I was very frightened. She told us all to get outside.  Then she yelled to dad to get some water.  He didn't understand, and finally she ran back inside.  Meanwhile my dad had stopped singing and I thought he was choking.  I thought he was going to die, and no one seemed to care except me.  I later learned that many people who get "happy" end up sounding just like my father was sounding.  He was externalising the alcohol rather loudly.  (Chundering)  After a while mum said we could come back inside.  It smelt smokie and awful, and there was soot all around the fireplace.  The chimney had caught on fire.  I was to learn, that was a common occurance in our house. Ah what fun.  I tell you, there was never a dull moment.