How to be a dude

I honestly had no idea why I was doing this.

Oh yeah, because my good-for-nothing brother wanted to fulfil his ‘dreams’. Yeah, and leave me to pick up the pieces.

Great.

My brother was off gallivanting around New York, the ’big apple’, while I was stuck in good old Blighty. That not being bad enough, I was stuck with my mother, who was forever nagging me to be more ‘boyish’ and climb every other day, or play football. Let me tell you, I cannot, cannot in any which way, play football. My legs and feet just go in all sorts of directions. In fact, any direction other than the direction they are meant to go.

Well, anyway, thanks to my ‘darling’ brother, my mother’s wish was going to come true.

Yes, I Carys Elizabeth Parker was going to become my brother.

Not literally, of course.