Cyclones, dunnies and a belated confession

Anway, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, but obviously Alan and Janette weren’t on speaking terms that day, and my secret prank remained unspoken right up until a recent email exchange.

Janette told a group of contacts how she had gotten even with her older brother for the cyclone trick perpetrated so many years ago while she was sleeping.

“Not me, I didn’t do that!” he finally protested.

I could have copied TV’s Sergeant Schultz of Nazi POW camp fame, and declared, “I know nothing, nothing!”

But time to come clean, just like George Washington and the axed cherry tree. It was me.