Part 1 I’m a ‘Wuss’. Or so says my dad. No, I’m not an abused child, down trodden by my father. He is, in fact, right.- I am a ‘Wuss’. He was there when I stood and watched in fear as my whole family went on the Corkscrew at Alton towers, screaming that “they wereContinue reading “Chapter 9 The island (I’m a Wuss)”