Overbearing

Yesterday’s corner time: 2 Minutes.

I had what was possibly my final play date with Emily yesterday, around at my house.

I think I may have been too excited. My parents had informed me of the forthcoming arrangement the night before and had explained that when I woke up in the morning, Emily would come to visit. Well naturally, I was pretty restless after that and didn’t sleep at all well.

I awoke early the next day in eager anticipation and looked forlornly out the window, awaiting her arrival. When then was no sign of her, I languished on the lounge floor.

Then, on the dot of 10am just as planned, I heard the footsteps coming up our path. I ran into the hall, swung open the front door and threw my arms around the first thing that I could grab.

However, Emily was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a rather surprised Postman stood on our doorstep with me attached to his leg like a limpet. Used as he was to being attacked by house owners’ dogs, I think this was a welcome change. That was until I bit him.

Anyway, Emily arrived 5 minutes later with her Mum. I was the perfect host, helping her off with her Jacket. I then tried to help her off with her shoes, her shirt and her trousers. Apparently, that was taking hospitality too far.

Dad had warned me that I should be nice to Emily and look after her. Therefore, I felt it was important not to give her any space whatsoever, just in case she came to harm.

I remained within 10 centimetres of her at all times. When she objected, I shouted at her. I couldn’t tolerate any dissent, not when her wellbeing was at stake.

I think my behaviour may have been perceived as being slightly overbearing. Once again, Dad’s advice has turned out to be rubbish.

It’s lucky he has Mum, otherwise I think he’d be single for ever - just as I will be, if I continue to follow his advice.

Matthew.

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