When I got of my plane (thank you, Swiss Air, for pulling through when BA couldn’t), I was greeted by a much taller version of my littlest brother, Connor. He is approximately a whole head taller than me now, which means that somehow he grew 2 heads in six months. If you’re wondering how this is at all possible, you obviously haven’t met any of my brothers. Feeling outdone, I made a last attempt to recover my pride. I challenged Connor to an arm-wrestle.
As my mother says, I am indeed as strong as an ox. I am happy to report that I thrashed Connor, though he put up a good fight, especially when I even let him stand and use 2 hands to try and beat me.
PS. yes, that picture was Connor, covered in bar code stickers. Perhaps for christmas I will treat you all to a gallery of strange pictures of my brothers doing stupid things.