The arrival of Adrian Paul Liddiment on June 11th 1963 marked the start of a long love-hate relationship between myself and my baby brother that continues today.
We have never grown out of childish squabbles – and know how to push each other’s buttons without even trying. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have shouted:
MUM TELL HIM!!!
Of course, I’d defend him to the death against strangers, but take a perverse delight in being able to wind him up – and this is reciprocated.
I believe I have had much provocation over the years for example, by having my dolls’ eyelashes pulled out (apparently it was fun to see their eyes roll back in their heads). Yes, I know that was probably 45+ years ago, but a grudge is a grudge.
In return, my brother loves to recount one of very few occasions when I received a smack (back when it was normal operating parental practice).
Today we can call a truce – as the poor old boy has to cope with reaching his golden anniversary. As he’d say in return, “But, I’ll never be as old as you…”