Once, in Arborfield Mum and Dad left Ray in charge of me in the back garden. I was about 4 so Ray was about 6. I wanted to crawl through a gap in the hedge to leave the garden for the open field behind but Ray wouldn’t let me go through and he kept pulling me back by my ankles. This made me cross so I bashed him with my little metal spade - and split his head open. Poor Ray x