I find myself at The Big Blue Frog with my son and free WIFI. My boy finds a ball to happily play with and when thrown other children pounce on it. Luckily my boy takes it in his stride, but I feel a protective feeling. "give him the ball back you little shit" I shout in my head. My boy will share but I admit I hate sharing, even at 36. Everyone should have one each of everything. If there's a God up there then why couldn't there be one of everything. Is that too much to ask? I thought the idea of life was to keep things fair. 
So sharing proves God doesn't exist. So therefore it is safe for me to call him a twat. 
(Although if you are listening, you are not a twat). 

There is one thing that is proving to be problematic about my living in Silsden, that is the distance away from where my son is. Well let's be more specific, the diesel I use in order to see my son and return him home. This has been modified recently and I think it will be reduced more so in the coming months. But I really need to cut out any unnecessary mileage so as to not take the piss out of work. If I lived in Denholme I would be between my son and my work. However by living in Silsden I am helping my boss with the other hand. I guess I will refine this as I go. At the moment I'm clocking the miles and trying to discover a way to improve on the quality and quantity of my van usage. It's heartbreaking that I can't live with my son. But he will grow up and move out eventually anyway so If I see him lots in the next fifteen years then I couldn't do much better. It's more quality time when it's just us two also.  
Geez I'm so tired again. Let's see if ten pm can offer sleep. Goodnight.