I received a phone call at work from the ex this week, she was in tears.
Finishing my coffee at my desk, I stare at my dual screens. I can’t concentrate. I take my glasses off and rub the bridge of my nose.
Dad skill level = legend.
I’m writing this on a windy hilltop, enjoying the sunset. And smiling
Next morning, after a hefty porridging, they headed for the bathroom. A quick wash and then out, was the plan.
Being brought up by a strict father I decided way before I had the cubs that I wouldn’t be that kind of guy.
We stood in contemplation for what seemed like an age, before I turned to her and asked, well now what?
I’ll set them straight before they do any exams.
‘I guess no one is good or bad all the time are they?’
The architecture of the NHM is breathtaking.