The Invisible Story

Sometimes, perhaps even “most-times” the image betrays the true story. Take Monty here for example. Young nephew charming up the camera, and in whose mouth no butter would melt. Pretty normal grin for a kid, especially given he has just been gently scolded by his father.  Scolded for what the whole picture should show – naked from the waist down and straddling the tassled rug stripped from the couch, the tassles being dragged backwards and forwards between his legs. I guess he must have figured it felt good. His Dad’s response still echoes in my ears and makes me laugh – “Oh Monty, that’s not proper.” I reckon if Mum had not been at work that day there might have been a different response altogether.

Isn’t the internet a wonderful thing? Now an uncle can fire off memories like this, from the other side of the globe, and have it shared with Monty’s friends at the same time.