Frankie Boyle was funny last night and my wife enjoyed being out doing things. My little boy seems to be having tooth trouble which has brought on cold symptoms. His eyes and nose are streaming. Today I made pasta and chicken broth followed by scones. I've tried to lighten up today as my wife has commented it seems like there's something wrong so now it's been recognised I can go back to normal until next big blowup. My step daughter has reached a time in her life as a teen that going to see her Dad isn't as exciting as it was and there's times when she finds it boring but she is worried about upsetting her Dad's feelings. I remember having to tell my Father that he wouldn't be seeing me every weekend and he genuinely didn't seem too fazed. I thought it was very good of him to put up a brave face for my benefit. I later learnt that he was a twat and that was how he'd coped with the news. But like father like son I recognise the twat inside me too.
I haven't blogged the story of my father so maybe the time is fast approaching. Here lies the basis for most of my mental problems.