The Lushers

With four lively boys in my family, life was loud, argumentative and peckingorderist. My eldest brother disagreed with my older brother who would in turn disagree with me. Occasionally disagreements became proper scrapping, but mother needed to be tough, so it rarely got out of hand. Our youngest brother, the ‘baby’, didn’t get embroiled in anything physical except when we three decided to pick him up and sit him on the doormat (ongoing mental scars no doubt!).

But when the cry went up “The Lushers!” (the rough boys from down the street), we left, united, to give them a thrashing!