Furthermore to my recent correspondence,
I wish to add on an additional few lines.
Firstly, upon the manner of my diatribe
against the subject in contention:
I was wrong, you were right,
life is too short for us to fight
over words – no matter how cleverly they are writ.
Secondly, my portrayal of you,
it was a betrayal of the truth,
as neither of us is still in the prime of youth –
so I’ve been told –
in fact: we are both growing ‘old’.
Thirdly, and lastly,
my referring to you as a fossilised being
was wrong,
seeing as I am more decrepit
in every way than you;
true, I am the younger, by months,
and once ran a marathon;
but that was a long, long,
loooooong
time ago.
I know, I should think before I speak,
or write,
but, I do so hope
that an apology now
will help to put things right.
Yours, in all humility –
and just a little senility –
simply saying ‘Sorry’.
Edwin Hruth (Mr.)
to Alice Hruth
my dearest twin sister.
Graeme Sandford 
I think I’d accept that apology, as long as I could kick him in the shins at the same time!
Whilst wearing flip-flops or work boots?
Steel-capped boots – what else when it’s a sibling?
Remind me not to be your brother – ouch!
I have only one brother, but six sisters. The brother was okay, the sisters … well, one got a broken nose, another got a broken tooth … all well deserved, mind you.
I have no brothers, but all my sisters have one – so unfair. Were you the cause of the injuries? Accidents can happen, or were they pushed? 😮
Yep. The third/middle [yes, there are twins in the other siblings] child is always the trouble, right?
That’s a lot of sisters! I can only claim three – three is enough – di you think that maybe you were being a bit greedy having so many?
Would’ve been glad to offload several.
I was the last (a mistake) and no mistake! G:)
lmao