Certificate 18......

.......look away......eeewww!

So, through my journal I've tried to lead you to believe that I'm a kind and caring father, devoted to his son and dedicated to nurturing and protection....not so......this horrible injury on poor Owen's ankle is my handiwork, and after two weeks of healing it still looks terrible. Let me tell you the story....

....it was a dark and stormy night (like it so far?), and I collected Owen from after-school club. We were in a hurry, so I suggested he jump on the back of my bike for a backy. Shortly after pulling away, he let out an ungodly howl......this was the result of his heal (sic) becoming trapped in the teeth of the chain cog on the wheel.

No need for anyone else to beat me up, I've done it myself.....although I could see fire in the eyes of Mrs Scobes when I brought him home sobbing.

Anyway, sorry son.