Saturday

Spent morning roolind down sand dunes, building sand castles for our son to knock down. Eating home made cakes, and feeling handfulls of black berries to his open moth as we walked.

On way home as aranged we poped into mutual friends. Rather typicaly she wasnt there at the tiem she said but prof was. We chatted eat cake till she arived back. Dam th elad is out with Captian Acrilic (the father) and his news girl friend and due back soon. I didnt want to meet him and especialy didnt want the wife to meet him. She has dificulty hideing her hostility. Too late due to dithering he arives awith the lad. Prof and I and him talk motorbikes. Women witter on. Amicably, but i really really dont want the lad to go to him. He's a week willed alcy. Shes a spotty Chav. He ahs not respect for education and limited horizons. The lad cuddled him a lot. But a day with "daddy" isnt a life with him, that im sure would change. Acrilic dosnt know when hes well off, he could have someone else looking after his lad and just have the best bits. But soem stupid idae of "family" makes him want posetion... everyone was so polite, what hes doing is evil.