Holidays

Things I love about holidays...

I love creeping into my brothers room in the morning to find him fast asleep.

Then I cuddle close to him and he moans that I am waking him up, I love this even more.

Then he finally wakes up with a big shout at me, calling me "noo peanut!" Or "Se- rahhhhhh!". This gets me giggling to know that I've got his attention.

He will then open one eye and then another. By that time I'm staring in his face telling him to wake up!!!

He finally gives up ,to my pleasure and the fun for the day can begin. It usually starts with some tickling and wrestling (which is so much fun). My brother is a proffessional rugby player, weighing in at 120 kgs and strong as an ox but I am small (half his weight) and nimble. So I can wriggle my way out of any position he gets me in.

I also know where his "sweet spot" is so this helps me get out of any situation. Its kinda like the buzzer in a chess match because the minute I hit the buzzer we both know its game over. Roy then bursts into laughter and delightful anger. By this stage all the dogs are in the room; wanting to play too.

It then ends with me threatening to tell all his friends that I beat him regularly in wrestling.

This is why I love holidays at number eighty smartt road.
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