Living in a village or a small town every boy goes through the dreaded experience of having to take an outside bath by the stand pipe or vat. It’s an exercise that has to be preformed every school day. Trying to evade this bath leads to dreaded consequences {licks like peas}. Can be skipped on the weekends but defiantly not during the week. Waking up early with bubo} in your eyes you reluctantly make your way down the back stairs hoping you are not spotted by the neighbors’ daughter.
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Kite flying day.
However by morning (Monday morning Easter Monday) we had forgotten all about Kite Man supposed deeds. Bright an early we were up. The air was abuzz with kites. We headed down to the huge vat Aunt Sybil had in the yard to draw some water to bath. (Vat water the coldest water on earth). With the morning warming up there was no way we were going to get any hot water to mix. So we took one of those quick baths. A little bit of soap here and there, a sauce pan full of water for the face and under the arms between the legs and a little bit on your hair to soften it so it can be combed, then we were out. We rush upstairs to have my mother apply some oil on our bodies. Put on our very best cloths including our new pairs of Yachting boots. We now head down to breakfast, fry bakes with salt fish and hot cocoa; full’s us up for the best part of the morning. Aunt Sybil then filled our book bags with lunch for the day some beef curry rolled up in a doll puree; two bottles of five fingers drink some sugar cakes and fudge. An Extra parcel for Kite Man. It was not lost to her that Kite Man was assisting us to make the kite and that he would be accompanying us to fly it.
