I'll never forget the times we had to pick Dad up from working nights. Mum, my brother and I would get into the car and drive to his work. We passed a cemetery on the way and I always closed my eyes and thought of something else because I am scared of death. I still remember the way to his work now... When we got back home, I'd always pretend to be asleep so he'd carry me into the house, and when he picked me up he'd always say: "It's just like carrying a big sack of potato's!", he never ever failed to say this... When he didn't work nights, I'd be in bed before he got back; But I'm told that Kimma, our black dog, would lie by the door until he got back. After a while, if he didn't come back, she'd move away because she knew he was working nights and wouldn't be back for a while...