1647. Spoiled brat

It couldn’t be denied: Anne and Stanley were rich. When they married it was rich family marries rich family. Not only were they both from “old rich” families, but both were successful business people who with the moneyed kick-start were able to qualify as “new rich” as well.

They had a daughter, Esme. Just the one child and she was the biggest spoilt brat on the planet. Anne and Stanley, although they feared it was too late, knew they were responsible for their daughter’s overindulgence and decided they had better do something about it. They were going to say “No!” in no uncertain terms to Esme’s next “I want” request. They didn’t have to wait long.

“Mummy, can I have another doll?”


“Daddy, can I have another doll?”


“Why do you hate me?” screamed Esme. She went out to the incinerator and threw all of her ninety-six dolls in the fire.

So there!

17 thoughts on “1647. Spoiled brat

  1. umashankar

    For a while I thought she was going to throw herself into the incinerator. That could have sorted the problem for good though. Incidentally, why the hell they had an incinerator installed within the house?

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I have an incinerated (always) in the garden which is simply a forty gallon drum with it’s top cut off and the bottom with a vent – and all burnable rubbish is disposed therein. (Of course, it’s probably illegal…)


  2. Yvonne

    Bruce, me oldish mate. How do I get to the section on the blog website to change the wording above the comments. I like your constant change of wording and want to emulate (well, copy) that idea. I’ve looked at appearance, writing, widgets … no luck. Thanks in grateful anticipation and all that stuff.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      OK – every time I change it I take half an hour to find it – so be patient – and I will do you a favour – after all I owe you one or two! I’ll be back within 24 hours!!



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