Ahyup. I even changed the clock in Mum's car. The Ford? Why bother? Probably mess up the damn computer that keeps telling me my tire pressure is wrong... idiot truck.

Here's a pic of Annabelle. . You'll figure out which one she is immediately.

BTW, Esther married a very rich man whose family had three auto parts manufacturing plants and some hotels in Europe and one parts plant in the US. Mary married a very successful man who had a number of successful retail businesses in the US. Lillian Married a very successful man who eventually owned one of the most successful jewellry companies in Canada (she was the one who built that company and got screwed in the divorce but she did divorce the ignorant prick bastard motherfuker (my old man beat the shit out of him once after he ran his mouth about the Acadians not being real Frenchmen... good story)) and Rose married a very successful man who owned plastics manufacturing plants in Toronto and South America. Annabelle married a pensioned WW1 vet who could not work after he was shellshocked in France. She lived with him in a small house in Dartmouth, NS with a yappy little dog that I absolutely despised (great story about sleeping Uncle Bill farting after supper with the yappy curled up in the crack of his ass). Annabelle and Bul MacKenzie were, relative to her sisters' millionaire families, as poor as turkey turd beer. Did I mention that she was one of the happiest people I ever met and that I liked her the bestest? Well... there ya go eh? Money don't buy happieness they say. Annabelle never "got paid" to be happy and she was one of the richest people I ever met.