One cold winters night

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One cold winters night

On one cold winters night, it was dark and the snow laid thick on the ground even the road was white with snow. I was sat on the back of the settee, I was looking out of the front room window in our modest terraced house in London waiting for the most important person in my life to come home from work. I didn’t care if Mum caught me and told me off for ‘breaking’ its back, I was waiting for my Dad, then in the distance I heard the roar of his bike, a triumph thunderbird 650. I couldn’t see it yet but I new he was near. Vaguely through the thick snow that was obliterating my view I could see the head lights dim at first, gradually getting brighter and bigger as he drew near. He was at the cross roads of Turnpike Lane and Tottenhall Road I could hear the bike ticking over while Dad waited for the traffic to clear, I heard him accelerate and then the black dot at first materialised against the white snow it grew bigger until I could make out my Dad’s silhouette he was close and soon would walk through the door, smelling of wood and fresh paint.
He limped into the kitchen frozen and stiff after having worked outside all day and driven home in the snow. Mum and I helped him off with his clothes as they were frozen on him, he went and sat down in the front room and was in pain from the cramp in his lower legs. Whist Mum made a hot drink I began working on Dad’s calf muscles they were cold and hard, as the circulation returned the muscles softened and I could feel the hard lump within the muscle that I later came to know is what we call a knot. This lump was where the pain was originating from and as I picked it up and prodded and poked at it rubbing it between my little fingers I gradually teased it into submission growing smaller and less painful as I worked the fibres and freed them.
Years later I asked Mum if she could remember the event, her mouth dropped open and she gasped as I relayed my memories, Mum said you can’t remember that can you. I did remember it I had just recited it to her, she was amazed as she said ‘you were only 2’…………

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