Talk about your limited interest blog! This post is of interest to those who know me and or my sister. To be honest I imagine that's everyone reading (both of you!).
I believe an older sibling is there to be learned from. Kerry taught me my first (but not last) lesson in rejection. Seven years older than me, picking me up from primary school while full of contempt, I thrilled her with tales of my day but was left curious as she walked twice as fast as me, muttering all the while. While "looking after" me one evening, she dyed my Heinz spaghetti green and wouldn't let me go out to play until I finished it. You have to remember that tinned spaghetti has these foul looking lumps in it when they're red. Green, it just looks like an old man's had his morning cough into your food. The same day, however, she cut her hand open on a tin of pineapple (not for me), bled in it and had to have stitches...my first lesson in karma! (my step brother David ate the bloodied pineapple! Ha!)
It was when my first niece was born that bridges were built. We grew together through babysitting and have been close ever since.
I recommend having an older sister to anyone who has a choice. Mine is a wonder woman. You wonder how she can be so much younger than her years after bringing up such HORRIBLE kids largely on her own and making a huge success of herself all the while. You also wonder when she'll stop looking younger than you and grow old gracefully.
Happy Birthday Kerry Love Billy x