Air-Raid
Another dayI spent most of it pushing Holly in her pushchair, running over grass verges, crumpling up leaves, playing with Clifford (the red dog). From 11am till 2.30pm, I was a father and I think I did quite well, but by 4 I was flagging and glad to give her back.
Michelle didn’t thank me for taking a day off work to accompany her to the clinic, nor did she tell me that the whole experience would last most of the day. I did get a Burger King out of it, I suppose. I refer to earlier journals of me being the family punchbag......maybe thats a bit strong, at least I got some quality time with my neice.
In other news, I managed (without effort) to divert 2 chavs from having a dirty fag behind the back of my house just by being in the garden making noise, however, my punishment was another little chat with the Lady Val, who wailed at me from one of her many windows. She looks alarming like the parrott lady and I think they maybe related. Said chat went well, so maybe garden warfare maybe delayed
I can’t wait for Autumn. Its too hot and when I open the windows its too noisy. Fat people and good looking people take their tops off (both piss me off for differing reasons – but 99% are fat people)
I’ve decided I don’t like being gay....not that I’ve got much choice in the matter. I’m annoyed with certain people trying to heap humorous praise on more ‘attractive’ boys and it’s foul. It makes me want to projectile vomit. I would never stoop so low as to kiss arse metaphorically to try and do it literrally.
But bollocks to it all really. I try and ignore it as much as I can.
My contracts arrived today and I’m still wondering what Eith will say after my Crow-bashing
Boys Hurrah!
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:08am
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