Frank Turney

It was a weekend night. Bob and Bev were there at Gabo Place as they often were after a night at the Fountain Inn, but I remember a lot more people being around than usual. Maybe Elaine, Lynda and Janelle were down from Queensland, but there was a slightly more party-like atmosphere in the house. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen and had already been attacked by a cockroach. It sprang out of one of the cupboards and the f%$ker actually flew ! I never knew they could until that night. Aunty Bev screamed like Mum always used to at moths and lanced out of the way. I think I hightailed it. Whether it was the same cockroach or not we'll never know, but the flyspray was out on the kitchen table later in case it showed up again and it did, scurrying across the table. Dad was sitting closest, so when Mum yelled 'get it with the Mortein, Frank!' he picked up the can and, in his own inimitable style, slammed it down to crush the unsuspecting bug flat.