My father only had two sons; me and my older brother.
When we were small we would go for a drive in the car with my father and mother. Sometimes an argument would develop between me and my brother in the back seat. He would then say “It wasn’t me that started it, it was you.” I would then say, “No, it wasn’t me it was you.” We would then start arguing among us “It was you” “Isn’t, it was you.” And so we would carry on but only for a short while, as my father, who was driving, was a very strict man. He would turn around a bit in his seat and say; “Stop your bickering!” Immediately we would both fall silent and sulk, feeling that it was all the other’s fault. This is how my father used to settle a difference of opinion, and a dispute, among us.
