Thursdays

Im sort of ashamed of myself today. It was our sons Harvest festival assemble today and i didnt go. I made and excuse and didnt go, i saw my own dad in that decision. I cant say i hate schools, thats too strong, cordialy loath, maybe.... its a good nice school. He loves it, i like it. But the thought of being locked in athe hall for an hour was too much for me and i ran like a chicken. He was disapointed, i let him down. I dont feel good about it at all.

Went the Mr Handys, ended up helping move setee up the stairs. His sort of daughter in law (but not, shes the daughter of thier son Ethelred's ex girl friend. In her world they are the first resonable people she has met , so she holds onto that with both hands. her mother is.. well a fruit cake. One moment hugely fat the next thin but always a mad spedaholic with a destict averson to any sort of housework. Her house is thick with layers of dust and two huge Alsation dogs hairs and it stinks. Shes true to form for a nutcase going back to collage to do Psycology...) She ok but obsessed with rubish like mobile phones and Mac D's.. she also has the obligitory tattoo on her lowere back/arse, a chinese thing, she has no idea what it says, probably western idiot or something like it.


Ethelred is ok himself, bit sullen. Lerning to fly. His new girl friend bought him a lesson for his 40th and he loved it. Hes ahd four lessons so far, suferd a flap failer one one and last week a birdstrike. A seagul flew straight thro the prop and got messily shredded over the windscreen. As one instructor said, "ive been flying for 12 years and never had anything like that happen. Are you sure flying is for you?" He works for a local firm that makes madly unreliable sound mixing equipment.