Monday, August 2, 2010
Father of twelve
As I walked passed the house five or six people were sitting on the porch steps or wandering about in front of it. I asked this man if I could take a family group. He said yes and I began to arrange things. "Wait a minute, there's more inside." He shouts something which includes getting rid of the Dachshund puppy that was yapping and dancing about. Out came another six or so young people and in went the puppy. "How many children do you have?" I asked. "Twelve, the other two are in Florida. This is my brother-in-law," introducing me to a man in spectacles.